| I’m running
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| Yes before it’s too late
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| Trying to get away
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| From that jail bait
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| It’s a rough temptation
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| But a common invitation
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| And a good association
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| But a quck elimination
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| That will take you out of circulation
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| Yes I’m talking about that younger generation
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| So take my advice fellas
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| For goodness sake
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| 15, 16, 17 that’s jail bait
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| Now they swear that they’re in love
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| That you and her got stars above
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| And she’s lookin mighty good
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| Just like a young girl should
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| Well we try to tell ya no And let that young girl go But you you know it all
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| You have yourself a ball
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| And now that it’s too late
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| As you look from cell number eight
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| I tried to tell yo old mate
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| 17 and one-half is still jail bait
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| So tomorrow’s the date
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| For the trial of jail bait
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| And this you watch and see
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| The young girl will go free
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| And you’ll get one to three
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| So out the door she walks
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| To another man she talks
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| Before you can count
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| From one to eight
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| Another man in for
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| Jail bait.
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| Please mister judge
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| If you just let me go this time
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| I won’t mess with them young girls no more
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| I swear I’m not gonna bother them no more Mister Judge
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| I ain’t gonna bother none fifteen
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| I ain’t gonna bother none sixteen
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| I ain’t gonna bother none seventeen
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| I ain’t gonna mess with none eighteen
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| I’m gonna leave them twenty-year-old ones alone too
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| Gonna get me a girl about forty-two
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| If you just believe what I say and let me go Mister Judge
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| Please Mister Judge I ain’t gonna bother then young girls no more
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| Gimme a break Mister Judge
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| Please Mister Judge |