Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
And I don't really know
if she cares or not
All I know is she left
a lot of stuff
In my apartment she's never
getting back
As her smell off a pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument
to our love
Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything
you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not
a-not a crook-crook
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin', takin'
what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin', takin'
what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not—
And I don't really know
if she knows or not
But I left some things
in her jewelry box
And she's wearin'
out my rings
Taking the compliments
meant for me
And although I think
I'll miss them
At least there's proof
of my existence
A captive little soldier
on her fingers
Deep behind enemy lines
Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything
you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not
a-not-not a-not-not a-I'm not
a crook-crook-crook
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
My copy of Gravity's Rainbow
That she probably didn't read
And how about my Laura
Nyro record
She probably threw away
when she moved?
And how about the half
a box of lentils
From when I cooked her food
that she probably didn't use?
I wanna dedicate this jam
To all those things I left
behind in girls' apartments
And various domiciles
over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave
in a hurry, man,
what can I say?
Except I didn't forget
about any of it
Takin' it all back, one day
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
Thievin', stealin',
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours,
takin' what's not yours,
is that—
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