Third Degree — текст песни (Eric Clapton)

Got me accused of peeping, I can`t see a thing.

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 ain`t harmed a man.

Got me accused of forgery, I can`t even write my name.



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Got me accused of taxes, I ain`t got a dime.

Got me accused of children, and ain`t nary one of them was mine.



Chorus