Derek Hoke Tell It To The Judge
I heard, baby, you've been messing around
All my friends did tell me
How the stories going around
Well heaven knows it's got me
Lord, it's got me down
Tell me one thing, baby
Tell me one thing that's true
Do you really love me
Do you know the golden rule
Well how can you keep your man
If you can't even keep your cool?
Well tell it to the judge, the jury
The poor undertaker
The Man in the Moon
Your Heavenly Creator
The pawn, the bishop, the stone-cold preacher
Or say a little prayer to your Sunday school teacher
Cause I don't, I don't believe you, little girl
You're like a snake baby
The way you slither away
Lying through your teeth, child
You can't have everything your way
Well I don't want to hear it
I don't care what you've got to say
Well tell it to the judge, the jury
The poor undertaker
The Man in the Moon
Your Heavenly Creator
The pawn, the bishop, the stone-cold preacher
Or say a little prayer to your Sunday school teacher
Cause I don't, I don't believe you, little girl
Tell it to the judge, the jury
The poor undertaker
The Man in the Moon
Your Heavenly Creator
The pawn, the bishop, the stone-cold preacher
Or say a little prayer to your Sunday school teacher
Cause I don't, I don't believe you, little girl
Tell it to the judge, the jury
The poor undertaker
The Man in the Moon
Your Heavenly Creator
The pawn, the bishop, the stone-cold preacher
Or say a little prayer to your Sunday school teacher
Cause I don't, I don't believe you, little girl
Oh well I don't, I don't believe you, little girl