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When I first met you
You were not house trained
A backwood trier
The world your oyster
Your time is mine
What yours is mine all mine
There no honour
Among thieves
So we worked together
A varied rich
and famous crime
You had your motives
I had mine
For a soul to find
Little piece rub off on mine
Trinkets, memorabila
Diamonds, for the taking
One mans treasure
never meant a thing
When I was housebreaking
Took a buckshot landing
From my most famous client
Must have lost it in the fall
Came away emty handed
When I first met you
I was not housetrained