Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who stole my heart?
She's the kind of girl
who you love so much,
it makes me sorry.
Still I don't regret a single day.
When I think of all the times
I tried to hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises to me
and I think and I believe her
After all this time I can't believe why.
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Of course she will,
because she's the girl who stole my heart.
To Rachel, the girl who stole my heart.
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