LAST EDITED ON Jul-15-15 AT 07:58PM (MST)[p]
Turn the Volume Up & Listen & Read/Sing along!
I'm sittin' in the Salt Lake County Jail House
Ain't got a thing to do
I don't wanna go to the movies
Couldn't if I wanted to, I'm on trial for lovin' you
Now this all started in a School House
Just the other side of town
A Boy come in took a stool by me
Ordered some extra credit when it all went down
She lit up a cigarette and turned around
Well, she said my name is Breanne
And asked me what was mine
I answered NVB and I walked
To the jukebox droppin' a dime
I looked at her short dress low neck line
Well, we danced for five or ten minutes
And I held him close to me
Kissed his lips and squeezed his hips
And judged about twenty-three
Whispered in my ears, I said, "Yes siree"
Now the scene is a little Class Room
Out on the state highway
And there's a room for two
Love is about to take place
And a 1911 breaks down the door
Shines a flash light in my face
I said, "What the hell is this"
And another man and woman come in
And the Boy I'm with starts cryin' and screamin'
And He runs over to them
Said, "Thank God you're here
She tried to hurt me mama"
I said now you don't mean
The cop says, " Girl the Boy is seventeen"
So that's why I'm in SLC Jailhouse
And the judge passed sentence on me
And it's ten long years for statutory rape
In the state penitentiary
Lord, I can't believe this is happened to me
So when next time you give a Boy the eye
He gives you that certain smile
Just remember under that Young Boys Chest
May be the heart of a child
Don't you let yourself be the one
To help a mixed up kid go wild
This story happened a lot that's true
But you better hope and pray it never happens to you
Go Ahead!
Make Me take it down!