Stealing, Stealing Songtext
von John Holt

Sister big stuff
Who do you think you are?
Sister big stuff
You′re never gonna get my love

Not because you wear
All those fancy clothes (Ouu yeah)
Drive around in a big fine car (Ouu)
Oh yes, you do now (Ouu, ouu, ouu yeah)

You think I can't afford
To give you my love
You think you′re higher
Than every star above

Sister big stuff
Tell me, who do you think you are?
Sister big stuff
Oh yeah, you're never gonna get my love


Now I know all about the boys I've seen you with (Ouu yeah)
I know you broke their hearts (Ouu)
One after another, bit by bit (Ouu, ouu, ouu, yeah)
You made them cry, many poor boys cry
When they tried to keep you happy
You tried to keep them satisfied

Sister big stuff
Tell me, who do you think you are?
Sister big stuff
You′re never gonna get my love

Rather give my love
To a plain Jayne
That has a love that is true
Than to be get hurt by you (Yeah)
′Cause when I give my love
I want love in return
Now I know this is a lesson
Sister big stuff, you haven't learned

Sister big stuff, oh yeah
Who do you think you are?
Sister big stuff, oh yeah
You′re never gonna get my love

Sister big stuff
Tell me, who do you think you are?
Sister big stuff