Letra de Third degree

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
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
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