My Poor Old Heart

I’ve been a fool for love ever since I was a baby just a rockin’in the cradle
as a rule I was the kind who laid his feelings right down on the table
gave my world so many times just to see them tear it apart
Whoa, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend
Oh when I get back on my feet Lord I always fall again
rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes they’ve all left some scars
Whoa, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
Well, I ought to know by now after of these dead and heartache lessons
I can go without going through hell trying to find a little heaven
seems to me every woman I meet has leaving down to an art
Oh Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
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Well I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes they’ve all left some scars
Whoa, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
I said Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart