Bent at the knee, a last resort
Backfired and made things worse
Once on the bus, it was quite possible
You´d be the jailhouse queen
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now...
I can´t drive straight counting your fake frowns
Focusing in; details a must
Trying to make each one count
All on your fingers stopping at ten
Magistrate´s keyed in how
The jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work
It had to end right now...
We can´t keep your interest now
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