Текст песни Phish - Poor Heart, слова песни Phish

Текст песни Phish - Poor Heart

Phish - Poor Heart слова песни

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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Poor Heart

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