Tekster: The Wilkinsons. Don't I Have A Heart.

Hey, Mrs. Smith is your daughter home?
Is she off the phone? I've been trying to call her
Mrs. Smith I can't explain, we were at the game
And something happened

I took her hand and I stole a kiss
I guess you know that I'm new at this

Don't I have a heart, don't I have two arms?
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know when true love really starts?
I don't have a clue but don't I have a heart?

Mrs. Smith do you really mean it?
I can't believe it, she said that too
You both stayed up until way past one
No homework done and she said to you

He stole a kiss and I looked at him
But he didn't even try again

Momma, don't I have a heart, don't I have two arms?
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know when true love really starts?
I don't have a clue but don't I have a heart

Hey, Mrs. Smith I hope that I'm not out of place
Please go get her, gotta tell her face to face

Don't I have a heart, don't I have two arms?
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know, when true love really starts?
I don't have a clue but don't I have a heart

Don't I have a heart, don't I have two arms?
This can't all be imagination
Tell me how you know, when true love really starts?
I don't have a clue but don't I have a heart?

Show me your heart