Trip Shakespeare - Thief lyrics

I 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