text: 1,2,3,4
  You wont steal my poor heart again
  You wont steal my poor heart again
  You wont steal my tape recorder
  Ill call the lawr
  And put you in the pen
  You wont steal that thing again
  I didnt even know your name or what was your game
  But stealin things has sure brought you to fame
  Ill hound you so much
  Its one of a kind
  Not sayin if youre to blame
  Life will never be the same
  You wont steal my poor heart again
  You wont steal my poor heart again
  You wont steal my tape recorder
  Ill call the lawr
  And put you in the pen
  You wont steal that thing again
  I cant 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 wont steal my poor heart again
  You wont steal my poor heart again
  When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword
  Ill call the Lawr and hell put you in the pen
  You wont steal that thing again
  You wont steal my poor heart again