saint you don't pass your time in limbo or hang out with the crowd sitting on the stoop like a little girl who took the wrong road into town but you got that short cut way about you and no-one's gonna stare you down you cook much better on a lower flame you burn much better when the sun goes down
and heaven can't wait but you ought to be a saint i got your very best intentions helping me along and if i ever fail to mention you were an overnight sensation well take it from me, my baby's a saint my baby's a saint
i believe you were a new arrival on the fast train passing through and you traded in your luck for survival to sweeten up the witches brew you had a better way of working magic a little mistery in your eyes instead of rolling over you remained the same you took the whole world by surprise
and heaven can't wait but you ought to be a saint i got your very best intentions helping me along and if i ever fail to mention you were an overnight sensation well take it from me my baby's a saint my baby's a saint