Shape of My Heart

I know that the clubs are weapons of war,
I know that diamonds mean money for this art,
But that's not the shape of my heart.
That's not the shape of my heart.
That's not the shape of my heart.
And if I told you that I loved you,
You'd maybe think there's something wrong; I'm not a man of too many faces,
The mask I wear is one.
But those who speak know nothing,
And find out to their cost,
Like those who curse their luck in too many places,
And those who fear are lost.