Everybody’s staring at my…
Everybody’s out to catch my…eye…
I’ve gotta think it over
I’ve gotta think it over
Everybody’s got somebody to…
All I wanted was a body to…hide…
I’ve gotta think it over
I’ve gotta think it over
I’m not a saint. I’m not a saint. I’m not a saint. I’m not a saint.
Dog is barking, head is hurting
Car is chasing, hands are dirty I’ve gotta think it over
I’ve gotta think it over
I’m not a saint. I’m not a saint.
(It’s the way I feel inside)
I’m not a saint. I’m not a saint.
(Takes me over sometimes)
