Saint

saint

you don't pass your time in limbo

or hang out with the crowd

sitting on the stoop like a little girl

who took the wrong road into town

but you got that short cut way about you

and no-one's gonna stare you down

you cook much better on a lower flame

you burn much better when the sun goes down



and heaven can't wait

but you ought to be a saint

i got your very best intentions

helping me along

and if i ever fail to mention

you were an overnight sensation

well take it from me,

my baby's a saint

my baby's a saint



i believe you were a new arrival

on the fast train passing through

and you traded in

your luck for survival

to sweeten up the witches brew

you had a better way of working magic

a little mistery in your eyes

instead of rolling over

you remained the same

you took the whole world by surprise



and heaven can't wait

but you ought to be a saint

i got your very best intentions

helping me along

and if i ever fail to mention

you were an overnight sensation

well take it from me

my baby's a saint

my baby's a saint