I got in a fight with the stenographer
Afterwards she read me like a book
I had tried to get alone with her
But my temperament was quickly over her
On the weekends we can
sneak into this courtroom
And you'll offer me
some sort of bargain plea
Yeah ???? junior was a son of a gun
He pressed his nose up to my head
Yeah I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one
It was not as much sweat as was bled
Oh I still love you
Oh I still love you with all I know that you want me dead
And when I turn my other cheek
I will beg and I'll plead
at this time we might just kiss it instead
Cause this my story
and like the glue on the binding I'm sticking to it
If you want to implore me;
change my tune well I just won't do it
Cause this my story
and like the glue on the binding I'm sticking to it
If you want to implore me;
change my tune well I just won't do it
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