Fake frowns

Bent at the knee, a last resort

Backfired and made things worse

Once on the bus, it was quite possible

You'd be the jailhouse queen

Jury and judge were screaming to hang

You spat the sweat from brow

He [bad word] his shoulders, nothing would work

It had to end right now...

I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns

Focusing in; details a must

Trying to make each one count

All on your fingers stopping at ten

Magistrate's keyed in how

The jury and judge were screaming to hang

You spat the sweat from brow

He [bad word] his shoulders; nothing would work

It had to end right now...

We can't keep your interest now

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