Oysters In My Pocket

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

I don't really know if she cares or not

All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment

She's never getting back

And as the smell on my pillow fades

Her cigarettes might stay

Like a Roman Coliseum

A dry and worthless monument to our love

Ooh, I still have your lighter

Ooh, I still have your book

Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took

You know where to find me

And I know where to look

(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not a crook)

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

I don't really know if she knows or not

But I left some things in her jewelry box

And she's wearing out my rings

Taking the compliments meant for me

And although I think I'll miss them

At least there's proof of my existence

A captive little soldier on her fingers

Deep behind enemy lines

Ooh, I still have your lighter

Ooh, I still have your book

Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took

You know where to find me

And I know where to look

(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm not a crook)

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

A copy of Gravity's Rainbow that she probably didn't read

And how about my Laura Nyro record

She probably threw away when she moved

And how about the half a box of lentils

From when I cooked her food

That she probably didn't use

I want to dedicate this jam

To all those things I left behind in girls' apartments

And various domiciles over the years

Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry, man, what can I say?

Except I didn't forget about any of it

I'm taking it all back

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours

Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours