Stormy weather You sucked inside your socks and its not, Getting any better Before the raining stops you got, To go out there and get her Just be there when she leaves Because there's no sympathy among us common thieves Not too clever, Running through the mud without the use of an umbrella Ignore those judging eyes you know, You got to go and tell her, The way you really think Maybe money cheats and blackmail might appeal But all I can do is do all I can Just can't do it well enough You can pitch the way you like, just try not to be too rough You might about to steal, but your skin isn't that tough Bitter weather You stuck inside the muck but it couldn't really be better So she's stuck there right beside and if, You make it out to get her Then you'll have some room to breathe Maybe there's sympathy among some certain thieves