When I first met you You were not house trained A backwood trier The world´s your oyster Your time is mine What´s yours is mine all mine There´s no honour Among thieves So we worked together A varied rich And famous crime You had your motives I had mine For a soul to find Little piece rub off on mine
Trinkets, memorabila Diamonds, for the taking One mans treasure Never meant a thing When I was housebreaking
Took a buckshot landing From my most famous client Must have lost it in the fall Came away emty handed
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