How could I have been so naive and clueless to think
That you had a heart of warmth
But no sir your heart is a brick from that Mexican Bridge
You could have built a home with my tears
But you were only a stone cold brick
Tell me, give me a clue, what has made you this brick
But all you give is letters and words that I do not understand
It mustn't matter no more because my darling I found a real heart that is no brick
So please sir you have may have your brick of heart back
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