Jewel thief where do you get all those pretty neclaces
j**el thief where do you get all those silve pistols
j**el thief where do you get all those animal heads
with lovely posture u eat bread carefully chewing when they shot you dead
U look like a mannequin with your mouth full
don't worry baby i'll take care of you
you got a million horses at your door u got a feeling that ull
need a million more i got a million horses of my own
in the evening one by one they carry me home
i'll get your telephone i'll run a comb through your dead thief hair
tell them your not home i'll wear your pretty clothes
and shoot your stolen guns
j**el thief you and i are gonna be best friends