Rumor has it there's been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands of blocks Blame bounces back and forth a shuttlecock But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I your tortures but there will be no confessions from me My lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I the rumor had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed through I've made mistake before, yes, I must be I saw you the ball like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk like Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench in the past but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction, my Appeals to the of the fiction
tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you to point the finger, here's the middle one I the puck like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, the?
I don't so, I'll sing so you get the picture I solemnly on a stack a scriptures Script was and I'm just an actor Try to pull through all the bull like a
Attractive as a but I'm sorry to find fault with the one's that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you give them an inch take a light year