| Song | Poor Heart |
| Artist | Phish |
| Album | At the Roxy (Atlanta '93) |
| 作词 : Gordon | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Gordon | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 |