My baby surrendered to fate
And I couldn't even say how I felt later on that evening
Stating my name to the officer's aide was in vain
They were out to get me
Place four or five fingers flat on a sticky plastic bat
Scan my blue bloodshot eyes for the history of my trials
When crimes are passionate can love be separate?
Baby it's a bad bad law
It's a bad bad law
Geronimo
En route to my cell
Found a way to redact and retell my story
No evidence and no witness to summon or finesse
I confess, it all sounds unlikely
A sweaty, paranoid palm pressed against a leathered wall
The law in all its flaws, me in an oversized overall
When crimes are passionate can love be separate?
Baby it's a bad bad law
It's a bad bad law
Geronimo

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