Thief - Trip Shakespeare

Thief Lyrics

I took her love late on the very
First date
That man is a robber
I swept her to the side on the
Tilt-a-whirl ride
That man is a thiefI held her white throat, clawed within her coat
That man is a robberI rolled her with a shame
Robbed her just the same
That man is a thiefBells, bells, alarms and bells
Horns, vows, the cops and bells
I rolled her on a date, she sent
Me to my fate
That man is a thief
Songwriters
GRAY, ANDRE / JAMES, LLOYD WOODROW / MCCARTHY, KUNLEY / WILSON, WALLACEPublished by
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