Don't give- gimmie that look
Cause you know I love you
I might be a crook
But I took off my gloves for you
Now you got my fingerprints on record
And everything you said plays like a record
Over and over
And over and over
And over and over
And o
Don't throw at me, the book
And if you want, I'll beg you
The jury gave me a look
Like you and them were friends from high school
Don't leave me to cook
Your conviction's got me in the chair
Just try to plead with the rook
The one who's pulling
The lever, with great hair
The one who's pulling
The lever, with great hair