I got in a fight with the stenographer
Afterwards she read me like a book
I had tried to get along with her
But my temperament was quickly overlooked

On the weekends we can
Sneak into this courtroom
And you'll offer me
Some sort of bargain plea

Yeah, Smith and Wesson Jr. was the son of a gun
He pressed his nose up to my head
Yeah, I was sweating bullets but I dodged the one
That was not as much sweat as was lead

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/m42eOh, I still love you, oh, I still love you
Though I know that you want me dead
And when I turn my other cheek, I'll beg and I'll plead
At this time, you might just kiss it instead

'Cause this is my story
And like the glue on the binding I'm sticking to it
If you wanna implore me
To change my tune, well, I just won't do it

'Cause this is my story
And like the glue on the binding I'm sticking to it
If you wanna implore me
To change my tune, well, I just won't do it