I knew a women in prison
I held her in much derision
On her I looked down
She considered me a clown
Her face was always down
A process crime she did
When she was up for parole
I flipped my lid.
I thought she should get life
Even though she never eve owned a knife
Hardened criminal she was not
I did not think she was worth a snot
Pretty she was
She looked good in crocks
I really digged her in her orange suit
Except for that
I dd not give a hoot
On the street
She would look like your sister
She was known to give to the homeless
Despite that I did not care
She was part of a horrible afair
Don't look at her I date
I once knew a girl.in prison
Always
I held her in durisson