s̲̅i̲̅c̲̅k̲̅l̲̅y̲̅ s̲̅t̲̅a̲̅i̲̅n̲̅e̲̅d̲̅ s̲̅i̲̅l̲̅k̲̅s̲̅

I sn't it enough that you have taken far too much?

N ow you're smiling at me from the dock

N ever will I tell them you were there, despite your touch

O ne of us still has the truth in stock

C harge me with your blindness if you feel that way inclined

E ven though I know that you can see

N othing beats the feeling of those pockets being lined

T hat's why I shall still plead not guilty...