Letra de Thief de Trip Shakespeare

I took her love late on the very
first date
that man is a robber
i swept her to the side on the
tilt-a-whirl ride
that man is a thief
I held her white throat, clawed within her coat
that man is a robber
I rolled her with a shame
robbed her just the same
that man is a thief
Bells, bells, alarms and bells
horns, vows, the cops and bells
i rolled her on a date, she sent
me to my fate
that man is a thief