I got in a fight with the stenographer  Afterwards she read me like a book.  I had tried to get along with her  But my temperament was quickly overlooked.    On the weekends we can   Sneak into this coutroom  And you'll offer me some sort of bargain plea.    Yeah, Smith and Weston Jr. was a son of a gun  He pressed his nose up to my head.  Yeah, I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one  That was not as much sweat as was lead.    Oh, I still love you!  Oh, I still love you  Although I know that you want me dead.  And when I turn my other cheek  I will beg and I'll plead  That this time you might just kiss it instead.    Cause this is my story  And like the glue on the binding,  I'm sticking to it.  If you wanna implore me  To change my tune,   Well I just won't do it.    Cause this is my story  And like the glue on the binding,  I'm sticking to it.  If you wanna implore me  To change my tune,   Well I just won't do it.