Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thief in the Night , by - Ethel Waters. Release date: 06.03.2016
Song language: English
Thief in the Night |
| Slinky Johnson, if I just had you here |
| To tell you what’s on my mind |
| I ain’t seen you in the best of a year |
| But I understand your kind |
| You’ll come repenting for the way you carried on |
| Hoping I’ll be relentin' and let bygones be gone |
| Though I love you still, our love affair’s through |
| I ain’t takin' no chances with you |
| You’re just a thief in the night |
| Nothin' but a thief in the night |
| You came without a warnin' |
| And left before the mornin' broke through |
| I never knew I wouldn’t see you again |
| You’re an education in men |
| The one I had believed in |
| Turned out to be a thief in the night |
| And oh how I’ve worried and fretted |
| And got myself in a pet |
| Wishin' we’d never met |
| Mopin' and hopin' and swearin' I’d square a pound yet |
| Folks declare my eyes are always wet |
| Because a thief in the night |
| Stole my heart and vanished from sight |
| I knew I’d come to grievin' |
| Believin' in a thief in the night |
| Come in… so it’s you, Slinky Johnson! |
| Turned up again like an imitation penny. |
| Boy, you’re lookin' mighty sharp! |
| You musta hit the numbers! |
| I ain’t jettin', I know you couldn’t thumb your way across all that water and |
| get to Paris. |
| Just a minute, don’t start off callin' me 'Ruby'. |
| My name has changed: I’m now known as 'Madame Roberta,' the celebrated |
| cortesian. |
| Here, here! |
| Don’t try warmin' up to me! |
| Take it easy, Greasy, you’ve got a long way to slide! |
| Far as I’m concerned, you’re just a lost ball in the high weeds. |
| What? |
| Give you another chance? |
| And go back on the release? |
| Never no chance, you dirty, double-crossin' h-comrade new-earthworm! |
| You’re everything that begins with the letter 'S' and the letter 'B'! |
| So you can’t take it, huh? |
| Well, if you don’t like the way I’m beatin' up my gums, let the doorknob hit ya |
| in the middle o' the back! |
| And don’t go braggin' around Harlem you had an affair with me! |
| Affair with me, Hell! |
| If you call that little thing an 'affair'! |
| You’re just a thief in the night |
| Stole my heart and vanished from sight |
| I knew I’d come to grievin' |
| Believin' in a thief in the night! |