Some have said you stolen it
took it as if you were a thief
Others said I gave what wasn’t mine
like a gift wrapped up tight and neat
Many have said this heart of mine
was kept locked away in a vault
when like a cat burglar, you snatched it
an assisted criminal and I was also at fault
but they can rethink their thoughts
they should rephrase their words
despite the years and all the miles
this heart of mine was always yours
Some have said I did the wrong thing
and I’ve had ringing in my ears
you’d have thought I burned the Taj Mahal down
or caused the Mona Lisa tears
I’ve been accused of highway robbery
of being one born to steal
as if I was a criminal of the worst kind
and should be dining on my last meal
but those thoughts and words
roll off my back and on down the line
they may try, but the stabs don’t burn
because your heart was always mine.