pen pal words& music: s. leroy Have I told you this story before? 'bout my lover she's a prisoner of war Hard time for a punishable crime after butchering a family of four I send her pornographic postcards to the jail but the warden won't allow my girl to read that dirty mail She's a menace to society but a chain gang lover's cup of tea a muscled flower working on the rail She's my prison pen pal serving 20 years to life If they let her out in 23 she's agreed to be my wife Oh won't you be my bounty hunted baby? Ride on sweet incarcerated one Rehabilitate and come on home I'll be your alibi the Bonnie to your Clyde the lack of punctuation in your poem She's my prison pen pal serving 20 years to life How I love her and her solitary strife Ride on I'll be your alibi the Bonnie to your Clyde you're serving time for homicide and I know your hands are tied but when you're finally let outside and when they let our paths collide in my abode will you abide you'll be my money order bride I'll let you take me for a ride I know that's social suicide but I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left to hide |