Sanoja: Elizabeth Cook. Balls. He Got No Heart.

He got no heart, he got no heart
he got not heart, that I know of
he got no heart
his mama forgot that part
he got no heart, that I know of

he reminded me of an old scarecrow
he takes my mind and moves it to and fro
he treats me like I play some kind of game
I'd shoot him down if I knew where to aim

he got no heart, he got no heart
he got not heart, that I know of
he got no heart
his mama forgot that part
he got no heart, that I know of

every time I get the nerve to leave
he shows up tugging at my sleeve
if he was right he'd cut me let me go
if I was sane I wouldn't love him so

he got no heart, he got no heart
he got no heart, that I know of
he got no heart
his mama forgot that part
he got no heart that I know of