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

when i first met you
i was not housetrained