Eric Clapton - Third Degree

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Got me accused of peeping

I can't see a thing

Got me accused of petting

I can't even raise my hand



Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me



Well, I just can't stand

No more of this third degree



Got me accused of murder

I ain't harmed a man

Got me accused of forgery

I can't even write my name



Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me



Well, I just can't stand

No more of this third degree



Got me accused of taxes

I ain't got a dime

Got me accused of children

And ain't nary one of them was mine



Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me



Well, I just can't stand

No more of this third degree

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