| And my friends call her jailbait, you’ll have to agree |
| The law says she’s 14 but she looks 23 |
| I turned sinful and guilty as I talked to her |
| Right up till she said «Relax we’re alone |
| So slip off your boots boy, come share my father’s gin» |
| I knew right then the child could guess the state my heart was in |
| I’m falling, I’m wide open |
| And jailbait don’t need no ID |
| Yes I’m falling, my eyes are wide open |
| I may break the law but they won’t catch me |
| I stayed with her all day thinking I’d leave with the sun |
| After all, I worked at nights and her homework wasn’t done |
| But father got home early he’d been fired by the boss |
| Now ain’t that bad luck |
| I jumped clean through the window, too late for his attack |
| I vanished into thin air 'cause she knew I’d be back |
| I’m falling, I’m wide open |
| And jailbait don’t need no ID |
| Yes I’m falling, my eyes are wide open |
| I may break the law but they won’t catch me |