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Saint Monica

de The Ballroom Thieves

She stood like a wolf in the doorway
The others laid bare on the ground
Now she makes her bed
Out of Brooklyn instead
And I sleep with the goddamn hounds

Her voice for a moment of lenience
And her words for the coin in your jar
And while she pays her dues
As another man's muse
I still can't tell my head from my heart

Can I know all that I am?
Lest I forget I'm a decent man

Now she drinks and I smoke as we please to
While the other men fall to their knees
And a trifling part
In the back of my heart
Says if ever that coward is me

Maybe if I begged some old saint for her patience
And then sold it to pay for her time
till I wake up one day
And to all my dismay
That old face in the coffin is mine

Can I know all that I am?
Lest I forget I'm a decent
Oh, I'm a decent man
She stood like a wolf in the doorway

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