| 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. |