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| They’re gonna convict me, they’re locking me up |
| Ain’t no defense for your charms |
| They’re gonna convict me, the verdict is guilty |
| I’m locked in your arms |
| Circumstantial evidence, nothin’ more than clues |
| If it comes to a trial I know I’m gonna lose |
| I’m gonna confess |
| I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you all the time |
| You know that I confess |
| I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you |
| On my mind, on my mind |
| You gotta predict a verdict of guilty |
| Throw away the key |
| The verdict is guilty |
| I’m spendin’ my life in love’s penitentiary |
| I fooled around and fell in love Mr. D.A. that’s the truth |
| I can’t plea bargain with you,no lawyer I intend to loose |
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