The Ballroom Thieves - Saint monica

^GShe stood like a wolf in the doorway ^EmThe others laid bare on the ^Bground ^CNow she makes her bed out of Brooklyn ^Ginstead And ^DI sleep with the ^Cgoddamn houn^Gds

^GHer voice for a moment of lenience ^EmAnd her words for the coin in your ^Bjar ^CAnd while she pays her dues as ^Ganother man's muse I still ^Dcan't tell my ^Chead from my hear^Gt

^AmI cannot know all that I ^Gam ^AmLest I forget I'm a ^Bmdec^Ament m^Gan

^GNow she drinks and I smoke as we please to ^EmWhile the other men fall to their ^Bknees ^CAnd a trifling part in the ^Gback of my heart Says if ^Dever that ^Ccoward is ^Gme

^GMaybe if I begged some old saint for her patience ^EmAnd then sold it to pay for her ^Btime ^C'Til I wake up one day and to ^Gall my dismay That old ^Dface in the ^Ccoffin is ^Gmine

^AmI cannot know all that I ^Gam ^AmLest I forget I'm a ^Bmdece^Dnt, oh, I'm a decent ^Gman

^GShe stood like a wolf in the doorway