She's Got To Be A Saint

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