I like it    I don't like it

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.

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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.

Chorus:

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...