Well the cat is in amongst the pigeons and the pigeons are in the pie,
and the pie is on the kitchen table and nobody at all is eating,
and the apple is in my eye and my eye is somewhere else,
and my lips are shaped to fit a lie and the snake is in the grass

and your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve
it’s time for me to leave, your heart is on your sleeve,
your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve,
it’s time for me to leave, time for me to leave, time for me to leave

and the snake he sees the apple and the snake he knows my eye,
and the cat he sees the pigeons but he doesn’t see the pie,
that nobody at all is eating though the knives are on the table,
the cards are in my pocket and your heart is on your sleeve

your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve
its time for me to leave, your heart is on your sleeve,
your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve,
and it’s time for me to leave, time for me to leave

(softer)
the mule was in the corn in the hour that I was born,
and the bull’s been in the china shop ever since my voice dropped
goodbye~ I’m leaving here tomorrow,
it’s easier than just waiting around to lie

and your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve
your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve,
your heart is on your sleeve, your heart is on your sleeve,
n baby it’s time for me to leave, time for me to leave, time for me to leave

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