Saint

Saint

Never trust a woman with a crown of thorns

She’s probably only wearing them to cover her horns

Yeah she’ll help you on your way

but before she does there is just one thing

she’d like to say

she’s a sain’t

You ain’t

She be there when you fall short

and when you do she’s gonna need a full report

sympathy is silent but make no mistake

she’s just waiting to throw it back in your face

she’s a sain’t

You ain’t

she’s takin in the homeless she’s takin in the poor

she’s taken for granted so you know she’s taken score.

She taken on a sickness we’ve never found the cure

she’s a sain’t

You ain’t

She’ll hold your hand for the last goodbye

fresh cut flowers your bedside

her garden is so pretty in the sun

when she opens up the door you better run

from the sain’t

she’s a sain’t

You ain’t

And you’re never ever gonna be

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