To My Heart

Stop when you please

You tricky-dicky organ

You'll see I won't let you

Bully me!

You're a mass of tissue,

Blood and throbs,

And just who would call you 'Beauty'?

Stop when you please

Thus cease your threats

And don't think I'll give up sweets

For you and your friends

I gave up smoking

And you know I never did drink.

Stop when you please

You seasoned old tease

You're forever bearing bad news

So, let's just say, if I gave up sweets,

I'm sure you'd turn round,

Forbid meats and teats!