pickpocket...

there's nothing now in my pocket
all thanks to you, dear pickpocket.
why do you smile, and laugh, and dance
whilst i try to look for one golden chance.

are you willing to give back?
the thing i've lost from your attack.
i doubt i can ever have it again
what you've stolen, i can never retain.

dear pickpocket, know what?, you can keep it.
it's yours now, take good care of it.
but i think i'll steal something from you too,
someday, somehow, i think i'll be able to.

but for now, take good care
you'll never know then i'll be there.
to steal yours so i can have one too,
someday, somehow, i think i'll be able to.

-azalaiah