Degree Of Murder

Woman, don't you know what you do
Just only act
Left in the debt of what I should do

Woman, you're wicked and cruel
A kind evil lip
Strange words you do hear in the ears of a fool

Pistol, sticks to my hand
Deafening crack, tears shine the
Cause they can't prove it's you

Woman, what have I done
To quit my hand
The life of your man for a moment with you