I threw my woman power in a pot of stew

And waited for my love to come.

But not a single word did i hear from him,

So i tried the stew on my dog

But he wouldn't even eat it.



I put my light heart on a matching silver plate

And waited for my love to come.

But not a single footstep was heard near the door

So i ate the plate myself

And got a heartburn.



Heartburn, heartburn plate,

Heartburn, heartburn cake.



I toasted my pride and covered it with apple jam

And waited for my love to come.

But not a single sign of a stir or a breeze

So i soaked the bread in my milk

And i gave it to the birds.



Heartburn, heartburn plate,

Heartburn, heartburn cake.



I watched the clock ticking, ticking away to my past,

Eight years old, birthday and raindrops.

Not a single line from my dad or my mom

So i laid the cake on my cat

But she wouldn't even touch it.



Heartburn, heartburn stew,

Heartburn, heartburn blues.



What do i want with a heartburn, i ask you,

Don't try to give me the word.

'cause i ask a clever question

And i get a silly answer.


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