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I didn't know she was only seventeen I didn't know she was as hot as could be Tell me, doctor, give me the news Do I win or do I lose? Hey, bartender, keep filling my cup I don't know but I think she's knocked up And it's a Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Oh, mister jailer, you give me the blues Don't lock me up, I got too much to lose Now listen, judge, tell me what can I do? I ain't ready for the hangman's noose Don't mess around with old lady luck You'll die in hell if you think she's knocked up And it's a Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation Violation, a violation
Writer(s): David Feinstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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