• It used to be grand, this heart of mine.
    You should have seen how it used to shine.
    It used to be happy, mellow and sweet.
    Now it's old, busted and beat.

    You see, this boy came along and I gave it to him.
    (For at that time I was very dim!)
    He tore off some pieces, he bruised it and cracked it,
    then threw it away with an old little basket.
    Ever since then I've locked it away,
    but now that you found it, Everything is okay.