You won`t steal my poor heart again You won`t steal my poor heart again You won`t steal my tape recorder I`ll call the Lord and he`ll put you in the pen You won`t steal that thing again
I didn`t even know your name or what was your game But stealin` things has sure brought you to fame I wanna know if you stole mine It was one of a kind and I`m sayin` if you`re to blame Your life will never be the same
I can`t track you anymore Detective work has sure become a bore So tell me what you did with it And stop this shit, give up yourself Before they come knockin` at your door
You won`t steal my poor heart again You won`t steal my poor heart again When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword I`ll call the Lord and he`ll put you in the pen You won`t steal that thing again You won`t steal my poor heart again
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