I got in a fight with a stenographer Afterwards she read me like a book I have 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 Weston 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. Oh I still love you Oh I sitll love you Though I know you Want me dead And when I turn my other cheek Though I'll beg and I'll plea But this time You might just kiss it instead 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 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