My little heart is in mourning for your love
It lit two candles and it wrote you a song
It's a bit foolish and gets full of insecurities
But it believes it's your owner, look at that imagination
That I'm a crazy bohemian
That your life is my life
That I spend my time imagining
Waiting to have you with me, and yeah right
That the little heart is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
I am the poet of a thousand sorrows and you are my condemnation
What does it matter that in my mind I'm your man?
That the little heart is mine, mine, babe
It's the boy of the poems and Aventura
...
That I'm a crazy bohemian
That your life is my life
That I spend my time imagining
Hoping to have you with me, what's up
Oh and that's how he is, that's how I am
We are both lacking a little affection
My heart, dressed in black, waits for you
That the little heart is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
I am the poet of a thousand sorrows and you are my condemnation
What does it matter that in my mind I'm your man?
And that the little heart is mine, mine
Henry? Tell them it's my heart, mine, okay?
That the little heart is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
I am the poet of a thousand sorrows and you are my condemnation
Mine, mine, mine, mine, the little heart is mine
Mine, mine only mine, oh, mine, oh, mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine