jeff healey band - third degree lyrics
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got me accused of peeping
i can’t see a thing
got me accused of petting
i can’t even raise my hand
bad luck
bad luck is killing me
well, i just can’t stand
no more of this third degree
got me accused of murder
i ain’t harmed a man
got me accused of forgery
i can’t even write my name
bad luck
bad luck is killing me
well, i just can’t stand
no more of this third degree
got me accused of taxes
i ain’t got a dime
got me accused of children
and ain’t nary one of them was mine
bad luck
bad luck is killing me
well, i just can’t stand
no more of this third degree
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