if there’s a price tag on my heart
I guess it’s set too steep
I’ve often made a round at the auctions
Only to end and weep
For I think that perhaps the quality
Of the goods underwhelms for the price
When for half as costly you’d have a *****
Who looks about twice as nice.
And perhaps that is my problem,
That if they’re beautiful they must be a *****
Maybe I like myself so little,
That to like any other is a chore.
And maybe the price on my heart shouldn’t be set at all
Maybe I should be the one
With my heart, in love to fall.