What are you, some kind of tart with a heart?

The Queen of Heart, she baked some tarts, all on a summer's day.

The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts and took them clean away.

The King of Hearts, he called for the tarts and beat the knave full sore.

The Knave of Hearts took back the tarts and vowed he'd steal no more.

I never said I had a heart