I ain't no saint, can't turn the other cheek.
I ain't no saint, can't turn the other cheek.
But you could cool my temper, by words I hear you speak.

Tell ya, straight from the shoulder, straight from the hip.
If I'm falling over, she makes the pieces fit.
If I get arrested or in some legal twist,
She talks to the judge and gets the case dismissed.

I ain't no saint,
Won't make it through the pearly gates.
Well, I feel alright down here, Lord,
I think heaven's gonna have to wait.
Owww...

Don't tell me how to make a living,
Don't lock her love up with a key.
If I'm down my head is spinning,
Don't call a doctor or a priest.

I ain't no saint,
Won't tow the party line.
I ain't no saint,
Won't tow the party line.
But you'll get my nomination.
Every single time.

I'll tell ya, straight from the shoulder, straight from the hip.
Believe the tallest stories if I hear it from your lips.
Don't need to worry about the crazy shape I'm in,
This tender magic surely gives me a thrill.

I ain't no saint,
Won't make it through the pearly gates.
I feel alright down here, Lord,
I think heaven's gonna have to wait.
Yeahhh...


(postado por Álvaro de Freitas Almeida)