RATEL - Saint Lyrics

One, two, three, yeah
Yeah, I feel something coming on
But when I turn you're not there
It's like a cold, damp kiss on the cheek or broken hands in my hair
And I found a new friend, He's a saint
I'm a bitch to keep inside of my cage
Lord, send me on my way
A soul on the move
Ooh honey, It's getting so hard to prove
You dance around my head for hours, morning flowers
Pushing up daisies, summer showers
I'm all over
All over