Lyric Poor Heart

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