I'm out late every night doin' 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 knows that I ain't
I finally realize right before my eyes here is a saint

There's a dress in the shop that'll make her eyes pop
But she'll look away
She'd've gotten a lift if I 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...

[ strings ]
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...