| She handled herself well
|
| For being handled by two guards
|
| She still looked like a prom queen
|
| In the back of the sheriff’s car
|
| The crowd lined up from the court house
|
| To the jailhouse down the street
|
| How could they talk so bad
|
| About a girl who was so sweet
|
| Rita’s heart turned to ice on a hot night in July
|
| She did what she had to do
|
| They don’t believe the reasons why
|
| How he used her for a doormat
|
| When he was sober enough to walk
|
| As far as I’m concerned
|
| He was Rita’s only fault
|
| You know I’ve always loved her
|
| And one time she loved me too
|
| That first love never let me go
|
| The way that others do
|
| She left me for the quarterback
|
| I knew him back in school
|
| He had a shiny car and a fast smile
|
| But I always knew he was a fool
|
| Now I go to see her Sundays
|
| I see the tears in her eyes
|
| And I see the same sweet smile
|
| That hell can’t disguise
|
| If I’d have only known
|
| I’d have done him in myself
|
| I’d gladly take her place
|
| In that cold grey cell |