Queen of the Pickpockets

Your shadow falls on mine.
I smile, for you’re no stranger.
Twice as black, twice as blind,
I love our little crimes.

Next time you can pretend
in your peasant dress
working your best.
Oh! What a mess we’re in.

Getting lost in a crowd
seems to be our specialty.
We’ll walk away, with a few
loose odds and ends

which never seem
to ever be tied up,
and you'll slide another
pin in the pin cushion.