Poor Heart (Live)

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 and they'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 I've seen that thing and it sure brought you to fame
I want to know if you stole mine or just what I've got
I'm saying if you were to blame your life would 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 and they'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
I can't check you in anymore
The detective work you've done is so uncommon
So tell me what you did there to establish you're above yourself
Before they come knocking at your door
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You left my feeling played and that guilt restored
I'll call the law and they'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
You won't steal my poor heart again