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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethel Waters
Ethel Waters
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Dietz
Howard Dietz
Composer
A. Schwartz
A. Schwartz
Composer

Lyrics

Slinky Johnson, if I just had you here To tell you what's on my mind I ain't seen you in the best of a year But I understand your kind You'll come repenting for the way you carried on Hoping I'll be relentin' and let bygones be gone Though I love you still, our love affair's through I ain't takin' no chances with you You're just a thief in the night Nothin' but a thief in the night You came without a warnin' And left before the mornin' broke through I never knew I wouldn't see you again You're an education in men The one I had believed in Turned out to be a thief in the night And oh how I've worried and fretted And got myself in a pet Wishin' we'd never met Mopin' and hopin' and swearin' I'd square a pound yet Folks declare my eyes are always wet Because a thief in the night Stole my heart and vanished from sight I knew I'd come to grievin' Believin' in a thief in the night Come in... so it's you, Slinky Johnson! Turned up again like an imitation penny. Boy, you're lookin' mighty sharp! You musta hit the numbers! I ain't jettin', I know you couldn't thumb your way across all that water and get to Paris. Just a minute, don't start off callin' me 'Ruby'. My name has changed: I'm now known as 'Madame Roberta,' the celebrated cortesian. Here, here! Don't try warmin' up to me! Take it easy, Greasy, you've got a long way to slide! Far as I'm concerned, you're just a lost ball in the high weeds. What? Give you another chance? And go back on the release? Never no chance, you dirty, double-crossin' h-comrade new-earthworm! You're everything that begins with the letter 'S' and the letter 'B'! So you can't take it, huh? Well, if you don't like the way I'm beatin' up my gums, let the doorknob hit ya in the middle o' the back! And don't go braggin' around Harlem you had an affair with me! Affair with me, Hell! If you call that little thing an 'affair'! You're just a thief in the night Stole my heart and vanished from sight I knew I'd come to grievin' Believin' in a thief in the night!
Writer(s): Arthur Schwartz, Howard Dietz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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