Jailed
Our first kiss was in jail
Our first kiss was in the holding cell, it was a stiff backed bench sleepless night secret
We held hands in the cop car
We held hands in the cold clamped secure backseat, it was a cordoned off secret
It was a police line catastrophe -- hit and run hold up love
We last kissed in front of the judge
We last kissed in view of the jury, and it wasn't fanciful and ha-ppy
We were convicted of first class forgery
We were convicted of second class perjury
It was a public nuisance -- domestic disturbance embezzled love
First base, Second base, Third base.
And now love is the swinging gallowed dead corpse creepy love.
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2 comments:
I'm dying to know what made you think of this one. But it did remind me of that time my cross country buddies and I got arrested. Remember?
An episode of Family Ties where Alex dates a feminist and they go to jail, and she is so taken by him they kiss. But in the end it turns out he's faking it because he likes her. I just liked to think about a first kiss being in prison, then I made up the rest.
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