Letra de Poor Heart - Phish

1,2,3,4

You won't steal my poor heart again

(No not my poor!)

You won't steal my poor heart again

(No never again!)

You won't steal my tape recorder, I'll call the law'r

And put you in the pen, you won't steal that thing again

(You're going to jail!)

I didn't even know your name or what was your game

But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame

I'll hound you so much, it's one of a kind

Not sayin' if you're to blame

Life will never be the same

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 law'r

And put you in the pen, you won't steal that thing again

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 Law'r

And he'll put you in the pen, you won't steal that thing again

You won't steal my poor heart again

¿Te encanta la letra de Poor Heart? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!