Everybody´s staring at my...
Everybody´s out to catch my...eye...
I have have got to think it over
I have have got to think it over
Everybody´s got somebody to...
All I wanted was a body to...hide...
I have have got to think it over.
I have have got to think it over.
I am not a saint. I am not a saint. I am not a saint. I am not a saint.
Dog is barking, head is hurting,
Car is chasing, hands´re dirty.
I have have got to think it over...
I have have got to think it over.
I am not a saint. I am not a saint.
(It is the way I feel inside.)
I am not a saint. I am not a saint.
(Takes me over sometimes.)
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