Sit down on the corner, just a little climb
When I make my money got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bald as the street light- dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon...
Oh, St. Theresa, higher than the moon.
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down the side street movin' single file
She say- that's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me
She say- every stone a story, like a rosary
Corner St. Theresa, just a little crime
When I make my money, got to get my dime
You called up in the sky
You called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot
to tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me...
Show me my Theresa, feel it rise in me
Every stone a story, like a rosary