Sinner

Oh sinner, you stole a car You drove it over to a place you don't belong Oh sinner, what have you done? You took a gun into a bar and wrote a song This dead letter, as good as gone Black heaven below, white hell above, just play along Oh sweet sinner, my shooting star You blew a kiss and wanderes into the bizzare, so far Mata Hari used to dance so slow France and Germany will tell you so When she blew a kiss, they just shot her down But where is she now, if she's not a wandering soul