Please give me back my heart.
I never said you could keep it.
I only said you could borrow it.
For like an hour or two.

I really do think I need that back.
I feel kind of funny without it.
I mean, it is a vital organ after all.

So why do you want my heart?
You have a perfectly well functioning one of your own.

Didn’t anyone ever tell you
it’s not nice to take things that aren’t yours?
Because if no one has, then I will.
It’s not nice to take things that aren’t yours.

I’m concerned about what you’ll do with it.
My heart is an extremely sensitive thing.
It needs love and love and love and love and
love and love and more love.

Oh, so you say you can care for it sufficiently?
You believe that? You truly do?
Very well, then. You may keep it.
Then give me your heart as collateral for mine.