It takes a thief to catch a thief...
and I'm not even thief enough to steal a simple heart.
I have no strenght to catch a complex one
even when it's scattered and broken into a hundred pieces.
I just wait around for some love to smack me in the head.
Isn't that just amazing?
The complex in being me when you stand over there.
My tries to recover from the illness named you is something to laugh about
'cause it acts the same way as medicaments used to often.
There is nothing to do but hope to get healed by a tall dark stranger
Isn't that what I wish for at night? Isn't that what I dream of? Isn't that what magic feels like? Isn't that a hell of a lot to wish for, Ida? I rest my case, and head, and put my feet to bed.
You are a drug, a pill, and I just had a healthy drink for supper.