My heart's set on fire.
My heart's turned to ice.
My heart's running wild.
My heart's way too nice.
My heart's all my soul,
My heart makes me whole. . .
For, you can set me on fire
and chill me with ice.
You can chase me in the wild,
and still be too nice.
You can capture all my soul,
and be what makes me whole. . .
But, my heart is my heart,
and you can't tear that apart.
