Getting
Caught
We went to
inspiration point,
Where we
rolled a joint,
Then he
kissed me on the shoulder.
It was a
little weird,
But he said
he wasn’t queer,
And he’s looking
good as he gets older.
Did I
mention I’m 35.
And he’s
only 17,
But as we
know age is just a number.
Until the
cops knocked on the door,
And my keys
fell on the floor,
It felt more
like winter than summer.
I tried to
plead my case,
With mud on
my face,
It only got
cold, such a bummer.
Chorus:
We got
caught, caught, caught,
But he was
hot, hot , hot,
Exhibt A,
Exhibit B, Exhibit C
We got caught,
caught, caught,
But he was
hot, hot, hot
I’d do it again,
Believe you
me.
The judge
gave me two years,
He could see
through my tears,
And I
promised I wouldn’t do it again.
But I did it
again,
With a boy
named Ben,
And this
story ain’t close to the end.
But some
things are better said,
With a wink
and tilt of head,
I will not
kiss and tell what happened in bed.
Chorus –
End.