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 upfront 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 meetHas leaving down to an art

Oh 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 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