Pearle
Trip Shakespeare
3:39I took her love late on the very First date That man is a robber I swept her to the side on the Tilt-a-whirl ride That man is a thief I held her white throat, clawed within her coat That man is a robber I rolled her with a shame Robbed her just the same That man is a thief Bells, bells, alarms and bells Horns, vows, the cops and bells I rolled her on a date, she sent Me to my fate That man is a thief