* Can’t you see I love you?
That’s not hard to do
‘Cause I don’t have a wooden heart
And if you say goodbye
Then I know that I would cry
Maybe I would die
‘Cause I don’t a wooden heart
There’s no strings.. upon this love of mine..
It was always you from the start..
Treat me nice, treat me good.
Treat me like you really should.
‘Cause I’m not made of wood.
And I don’t have a wooden heart..