Trip Shakespeare - Thief Lyrics

I took her love late on the very
first date
That man is a robber
I swept her to the side on the
tilt-a-whirl ride
That man is a thief

I held her white throat, clawed within her coat
That man is a robber

I rolled her with a shame
robbed her just the same
That man is a thief

Bells, bells, alarms and bells
Horns, vows, the cops and bells
I rolled her on a date, she sent
me to my fate
That man is a thief