[Verse 1]
I got in a fight with a stenographer
Afterwards she read me like a book
And I had tried to get along with her
But my temperament was quickly overlooked

[Chorus 1]
On the weekends we can
Sneak into this courtroom
And you'll offer me
Some sort of bargain plea

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Smith and Wesson Jr. was a son of a gun
He pressed his nose up to my head
Yeah, I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one
That was not as much sweat as was lead

[Chorus 2]
Oh, 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 will beg and I'll plea
That this time you might just kiss it instead
[Outro]
'Cause this is my story
And like the glue on the binding, I'm sticking to it
If you want to 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 want to implore me
To change my tune, well, I just won't do it