You Don't Pass Your Time In Limbo
Or Hang Out With The Crowd
Sitting On The Stoop Like A Little Girl
Who Took The Wrong Road Into Town
But You Got That Short Cut Way About You
And No One's Gonna Stare You Down
You Cook Much Better On A Lower Flame
You Burn Much Better When The Sun Goes Down

And Heaven Can Wait
But You Ought To Be A Saint
I Got Your Very Best Intentions
Helping Me Along
And If I Ever Fail To Mention
You Were An Overnight Sensation
Well Take It From Me
My Baby's A Saint
My Baby's A Saint

I Believe You Were A New Arrival
On The Fast Train Passing Through
And You Traded In Your Luck For Survival
To Sweeten Up The Witch's Brew
You Had A Better Way Of Working Magic
A Little Mystery In Your Eyes
Instead Of Rolling Over You Remained The Same
You Took The Whole World By Surprise