I'm out late every night   Doing things that ain't right   And she'll cry for me   When I'm down in the dumps   And she nurses my lumps   How she cries for me      And she'll never complain   She keeps hiding the pain   But I know all the while   She's not feeling too well   'Cause I put her through hell   Still she forces a smile      She's got to be a saint   Lord know that I ain't   I finally realize   Right before my eyes   Here is a saint      There's a dress in a shop   That'll make her eyes pop   But she'll look away   She'd have gotten a lift   If I'd bought her that gift   For her birthday      But her birthday has come   And I feel like a bum   'Cause I spent my last dime   On a worthless old friend   On a drunken weekend   I've done it time after time      She's got to be a saint   Lord know that I ain't   I finally realize   Right before my eyes   Here is a saint      Should I stay? Should I go?   I really don't know   My mind's in a blur   Soon it's gonna be dawn   And if she finds me gone   Would it be best for her?      I see her cry in her sleep   So I kiss her wet cheek   I kneel by her and pray   And I'll turn off the light   Step out in the night   And I'll go on my way      She's got to be a saint   Lord know that I ain't   I finally realize   Right before my eyes   Here is a saint