Shes A Thief

You put on your raincoat



ÔÇ˙Cause it looks like it just might today



And you grab your keys



And youÔÇÖre out the door before you know where youÔÇÖre going



And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids



Then youÔÇÖre deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist



ÔÇ˙Cause you canÔÇÖt help but blame yourself



For your long face



Not a day passes that you donÔÇÖt fold your hands



And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life



That you lost when she left with your tongue



And your last breath



Well, sheÔÇÖs a thief with an eye for nice things



Not a day passes that you donÔÇÖt close your eyes



And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life



That you lost when she left



You donÔÇÖt fuck and lifeÔÇÖs a mess



Without her to tell you what to say



Or when to breathe



Or what youÔÇÖll need where youÔÇÖre going