Tytuł: Poor Heart

• Wykonawca: Phish
• Wyświetleń: 224

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