Hereditary
I was to be born with a hole in my heart.
oh! woe is me, a hole in my heart!
Does it exist?
Does it does it does it?
I pump blood to my hands
pump blood to my feet
here, you can feel my heart beat.
look! my cheeks, they blush when you smile this way.
Would the blood reach my face if there was a leak?
Surely a hole implies a leak! A flowing, streaming jet of a leak!
But I am still growing red in the face
and I am still alive.
oh! woe is me, a hole in my heart!
Does it exist?
Does it does it does it?
I pump blood to my hands
pump blood to my feet
here, you can feel my heart beat.
look! my cheeks, they blush when you smile this way.
Would the blood reach my face if there was a leak?
Surely a hole implies a leak! A flowing, streaming jet of a leak!
But I am still growing red in the face
and I am still alive.
