People v. Maryanne Sue

Outside of the courthouse
I'm wringing my clothes out
Orange soda dripping down my legs

I'm fixing my earrings
Huff and puff to your hearing
I rush in and sit sweetly on the stand

Excuse me, miss, is this your lover?
Lover? No! I hardly know her
Lying bitch, but hot like supper
Give an inch, she'll pull you under

Bed of her pick up
Only came for a quick—
Talking 'bout poetry, starin' at the stars

Kiss me like springtime
I'm all in if you're all mine
She ran off like a toddler to a screen

I gave her my whole year
Just to find her with John Deere
Right in the headlights

Grab him by the shirt tie
Counting down from five
Better tell it to me clear

Excuse me, sir, is this your lover?
Lover? No! I hardly know her
Lying bitch, but hot like supper (so hot, so hot)
Give an inch, she'll pull you under

With lips like that, I should've seen it coming
She burned me real fast, something evil in the oven
Loved me so nice, then ripped the rug
Your Honor, I'm begging, lock her ass up!