Potato
heart
David Brown and George Smith
For all the lies he pitched
For all the endless bullshit
She pressed in some lips
For every tear she cried
For all the washed-with-pants pride
She pushed in an eye
She pinned a
face upon his potato heart
He had no love in his blood – just starch She took two
plastic ears
Pushed them like Sweet Corn handles
So his heart could hear
And then finally
A great big pink Durante
For pure comedy
She pinned a face upon his potato heart
He had no love in his blood – just starch
Now if he’s
ever hurt
He’ll know the pain of laughter
In his King Edward
And maybe he will see
That when a broken heart bleeds
It’s love that it needs |