Nobody’s gonna steal my heart,
and it isn’t up for sale.
Many have tried with velvet gloves —
they all came back and failed.
I locked it up behind steel doors
with codes no thief can crack.
But one dry smile from you, my dear,
and all the bolts slide back.
A lion guards the entrance gate,
iron bars stand tall.
He scares off most with just one yawn —
you stroll straight past it all.
There’s barbed wire and electric lines,
alarms in every part.
The world can keep its clever hands —
you already have the heart.
A sniper waits in shadows deep,
cold patience, perfect art.
He lowers down and waves you through —
he knows you own the heart.