Mr.Henry and the muscle man
Gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand
And like a letter in a stolen purse
She was bored of her weight, she was bored of her words
The daughter of a soldier told the fallen priest
´It´s a cold, cold place in the arm´s of a thief.´
And reaching out to touch the steering wheel she said
´Leave me alone but just don´t leave me here, alright?

Alright?

Mr.Henry and another guy
Gave her gold on a night that it fell from the sky
And like her body when the buzzard came
She was bored of her luck, she was bored of her name
The daughter of a lawyer told the fallen priest
´It´s a cold, cold place in the arm´s of a thief´
And dabbing at the arrow in her heel she said
´Leave me alone but just don´t leave me here alright?´

Mr.Henry was a dying man
With advice in a tongue that she didn´t understand.
And like the water when the sea got rough,
She was bored of the breeze, she was bored of her love.
The winner and the loser told the fallen priest,
´It´s a cold,cold world in the arm´s of a thief´
And holding everything he made her steal she said
´Leave me alone but just don´t leave me here, alright?´