Heart of mine, you stole from me, didn't you?
I don't want it back where it don't belong
It's not my property
Heart of mine, you knew too well, more than me
All along I was fooled to thinking that
You loved me
You don't own my favorite things
You don't own the whole wide world
Soon my heart will wither and die
What will you do with it then my dear?
Heart of mine, you wore it down to the bone
It's cold inside and lonesome too
I don't know now what to do
You don't own my favorite things
You don't own the whole wide world
Soon my heart will wither and die
What will you do with it then my dear?