Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
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
And as her smell on my 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 not a crook)
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
And I don't really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she's wearing down 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 not a crook)
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
A copy of Gravity's Rainbow
That she probably didn't read
How about my Laura Nyro record she probably threw away when she moved
How about the half box of lentils
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
I'm taking it all back
One more
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours
