Doing Time

I've just commited a true crime,
And I'll probably end up doing time.
Oh no, what have I done,
I have murdered someone.

She annoyed me,
She wouldn't leave me be.
She was very jealous,
Which made me rebellious.

So I tried to reason with her,
In case the argument went any further.
But she wasn't listening,
She said to me, 'Why did you go missing?'.

I just wanted some time alone,
Getting advice from a friend on the phone.
But when I came home,
All she did was moan.

By then, I had enough,
I acted tough.
I shot her in the head,
Oh s**t! She's dead.

What I did, I can't forget,
But I'm showing no regret.
I've done the true crime,
Now I'm sitting in my cell, doing the time.

By Jay Basey © 2003