leslie west - third degree lyrics
got me accused of peeping
i can’t see a thing
got me accused of petting
i can’t even raise my hand
oh, ho, oh, oh
oh, ho, bad luck, it’s killing me
call, yes, it is
oh, yes, it is
well, i just can’t stand it no more
no more of this third degree
i was third degree
got me accused of murder
i ain’t harmed no man now, oh
got me accused of forgery
i can’t even write my name
bad luck call, i know, yeah
bad luck, oh no
well, it’s killing me
killing me, killing me, yes, it is
whoa, i just can’t stand it, oh no
no more of this third degree
third degree
hey, now
got me accused of taxes
i ain’t got a lousy dime
got me accused of children
[incomprehensible]
bad luck, no
bad luck, oh, it’s killing me
killing me, killing me
yeah, it’s killing me
well, i just, well, i just can’t stand
no more of this third degree
whoa, oh no
no more
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