Can you believe it? I won no medals In this love game I've been resting on my laurels I'm a bad loser I'm a yard off my pace I smell rubber And I soon discover That you're gone for good My indiscretions made a bad impression Guess I was misunderstood I thought you needed my lovin' But its my heart that you stole I thought you wanted my money But you plundered my soul I started asking around But your friend's pretty lips were sealed I wrote a letter full of trite confessions about wounds that heal I heard some gossip You become an alcoholic You were dryin' out So I phoned every clinic In the yellow pages Not a trace I found I thought you needed my lovin' But its my heart that you stole I thought you wanted my money But you plundered my soul I hate quittin' But I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case But on quiet reflection My sad rejections not total disgrace But I do miss your quick repartee And the smile that lights up your face But you'll be a hard act to follow A bitter pill to swallow You'll be tough, you'll be tough to replace I thought you wanted my lovin' But its my heart that you stole You're the one trick up my sleeve My ace in the hole I thought you wanted my money But you plundered my soul