SISTER I'M POET
(Morrissey/Street)

All over this town 
yes, a low wind may blow 
and I can see through everybody's clothes 
with no reason 
to hide these words, I feel 
and no reason 
to talk about the books I read 
but still, I do

That's 'cause I'm a...
Sister I'm a... 
all over this town

Along this way 
outside the prison gates 
I love the romance of Crime 
And I wonder: 
does anybody feel the same way I do? 
and is Evil just something you are? 
or something you do?

Sister I'm a...
Sister I'm a... 
all over this town

All over this town 
they pull over in their Citroen vans 
- not to shake your hands 
With Meths on their breaths 
and you with youth on your side 
all alone... lone... alone waiting at the lights 
but not this time

Sister I'm a...
Sister I'm a...
all over this town...
all... oh 
oh 
all over this town