My bones are of porcelain
My heart is of glass,
Don’t touch me dear,
I might fall apart.
Give me your heart,
I shall hold it with care.
Gingerly, I shall hold it close to mine.
I know how reckless you’ve been with mine,
Oh! how you’ve shattered it into nine.
Don’t worry, don’t fret
I shall keep your cold heart
within warm hands of mine…