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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