A little cash was took off me
While I lay there comfortably
I wouldn't move to stop her theft
Her deft hand moved across my chest
She stole a glance, and stole a sigh
With her eye pressed up against my eye
The heat of her against my face
The little dead girl, the little fish
I heard the horns in the square play
At the end, at the end of the day
While boys and girls did promenade
In the room I stayed with her
I knew she wouldn't steal from me
Yeh, she lay there trustworthy
No gold digger, tonight with me
She gripped me goldly, and naively
The horns died down, and thunder cracked
As I rolled over on my back
She still lay just to my right
And I to her left, to her left that night
