Arms Of A Thief
Mr.Henry and the muscle manGave her shoes on a night there was no room to standAnd like a letter in a stolen purseShe was bored of her weight, she was bored of her wordsThe daughter of a soldier told the fallen priest'It's a cold, cold place in the arm's of a thief.'And reaching out to touch the steering wheel she said'Leave me alone but just don't leave me here, alright?
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Mr.Henry and another guyGave her gold on a night that it fell from the skyAnd like her body when the buzzard cameShe was bored of her luck, she was bored of her nameThe daughter of a lawyer told the fallen priest'It's a cold, cold place in the arm's of a thief'And dabbing at the arrow in her heel she said'Leave me alone but just don't leave me here alright?'
Mr.Henry was a dying manWith advice in a tongue that she didn't understand.And like the water when the sea got rough,She was bored of the breeze, she was bored of her love.The winner and the loser told the fallen priest,'It's a cold,cold world in the arm's of a thief'And holding everything he made her steal she said'Leave me alone but just don't leave me here, alright?'