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Thief of HeartsJohnny loved the thrill of robb'ry, he was born to stealand laws are made to be broken, cos they always healhe robbed with charm and manners, ev'ry bank down southwinking at women tellers, while he cleaned their cash drawers outbut there was one in Houston, he'd never seen eyes like hershe found out where she lived, when he stole her purseshe came home one evening, and turned pale as a ghosther purse sat on her doorstep, with a bright pink rosehe was a thief of heartsromantic and wildthey claimed that even copskinda liked his stylebut don't look awaydon't let down your guardor you'll be taken bythe thief of heartsthere'd been lotsa rumors, he didn't load his gunJohnny just wanted money, he'd never hurt no oneshe hungered for excitement, and took a crazy chanceher nights melted in his kisses, and caught fire in his handsbut she began to worry, he'd had close calls once or twicehe knew the law would catch him, free money has its pricethen way down in Corpus, cops were trailing closewhen his car ran through, a railing on the coasthe was a thief of heartsromantic and wildthey claimed that even copskinda liked his stylebut don't look awayor let down your guardcos you'll be taken bythe thief of heartsafter Johnny's car blew up, he was all she dreamed ofnothing had felt as honest, as that rebel's lovebut just cos someone saw it, doesn't make it socos taped to her front door, she found a fresh pink rosehe was a thief of heartsromantic and wildthey claimed that even copskinda liked his stylebut don't look awaydon't let down your guardor you'll be taken bythe thief of hearts(c)2004 Robert George