3rd Degree

Yeah...

I like it...

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Oh!



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Got me accused of peeping

I can't see a thing

They 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 never harmed a man

They got me accused of forgery

I can't even sign my name



Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me (it's killing me)

Well I just can't stand

No more of this third degree



Can't stand of this third degree



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Yeah!

That's what I'm talkin' about!



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Got me accused of taxes

I don't have a lousy dime

Got me accused of children

And ain't one of them mine



Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me

Well I just can't stand

No more of this third degree



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No more of this third degree, oh no!

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