She's Got To Be a Saint

I'm out late every night

Doing things that ain't right

And she'll cry for me

When I'm down in the dumps

And she nurses my lumps

How she cries for me

And she'll never complain

She keeps hiding the pain

But I know all the while

She's not feeling too well

'Cause I put her through hell

Still she forces a smile

She's got to be a saint

Lord know that I ain't

I finally realize

Right before my eyes

Here is a saint

There's a dress in a shop

That'll make her eyes pop

But she'll look away

She'd have gotten a lift

If I'd bought her that gift

For her birthday

But her birthday has come

And I feel like a bum

'Cause I spent my last dime

On a worthless old friend

On a drunken weekend

I've done it time after time

She's got to be a saint

Lord know that I ain't

I finally realize

Right before my eyes

Here is a saint

Should I stay? Should I go?

I really don't know

My mind's in a blur

Soon it's gonna be dawn

And if she finds me gone

Would it be best for her?

I see her cry in her sleep

So I kiss her wet cheek

I kneel by her and pray

And I'll turn off the light

Step out in the night

And I'll go on my way

She's got to be a saint

Lord know that I ain't

I finally realize

Right before my eyes

Here is a saint