Dĺžka piesne: 02:36
Strollin down the river
The moonlight would shiver
A wanna beam would dance in my eyes
While on the other side
About a hundred babies
beckoned me to their side
Like cheese to a mouse
Her body too well clad
I was 'tracted to the opposite shore
A passion glowed within me,
A flame burning brightly,
Love glowed in my eyes. Yeah.
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.
One woman would have done me,
Now ten will have to do me.
This chance'll never come again.
They came to a decision
To let your body move ya
Across that river you'd swim.
It's goin' much too easy
All these women just to please me
And nothin' seems a goin' wrong.
On the other side
A pair of watchin' eyes
Now I'm in prison with 'em.
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.
(Guitar Solo)
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.
That's the object of the story.
Don't mess with the prison women.
They can def'nitley satisfy you.
Don't mess with the prison women.