Sister I'm A Poet

All over this town

Yes, a low wind may blow

And I can see through everybody's clothes

With no reason

To hide these words, I feel

And no reason

To talk about the books I read

But still, I do

That's 'cause I'm a ...

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town

Along this way

Outside the prison gates

I love the romance of Crime

And I wonder :

Does anybody feel the same way I do ?

And is Evil just something you are

Or something you do ?

Sister I'm a ...

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town

All over this town

They pull over

In their Citroen vans

Not to shake your hands

With Meths on their breaths

And you with youth on your side

All alone ... lone ... alone, waiting at the lights

But not this time

Sister I'm a ...

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town ...

All .. oh

Oh

All over this town