The
thief can't tell the truth
It
will land him in prison
So
he will coin words to escape
The
loot in his possession
All
the loot in his home
The
thief will not say it is true
He
will say he doesn't see it
He
will say others put it there
A
thief worth his skin
He
will tell a long tale to escape
It
is up to the police to wrap up the case
Cook
up the thief until he can't walk free
Once
the thief is caught red handed
He
will find it hard to wriggle free
The
long arm of the law will coin him in
Behind
bars he can sing his story
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