1. I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,

as she lies here beside me asleep with the night.

And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow,

reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.

2. She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy,

and I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall,

for I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving,

and tonight will be all I have left to recall.

3. Oh, what have I done, why have I done it ?

I've committed a crime, I've broken the law.

For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver,

I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.