The Saint

The Saint

You admire me, give me such respect
you love me, it's beyond your comprehension
that i'm not a saint

don't begin to describe what i'm about
cos even i find it difficult to define that
all i know is i'm not too bad
not too bad to be an angel

why don't you fool around with me
like you do with everybody
i feel deprived of your attention
in the way you respect me

i'm not asking for your love
i'm not in need of a friend
it's just that being saintly
makes me feel so dead!