I undressed you in my dreamsnYou were in debt beyond your meansnI guess we never could keep track of what we spentnnnAnd the back page of your story nIt's so hard to say your sorrynFor something that you wanted and you meantnnA headache and an eye sorenAt least you got in on the ground floornAnd then you gotten by seaside pullnnHey, I'm in no condition, dearnBut walk through your auditionnI'm just happy that you kept me after schoolnnHanging with the redbirdsnAll the scofflaws and the sailorsn'Cause the criminal mind has always been your typennBut even if you choose your jailernI won't consider you a failurenThe prosecution rests with you tonightnnI saw you had a nightmarenYou were stranded at the MayfairnThere was your husband in his back booth selling boozennYeah, you see how they treat the tenants nWith all the cruelty and menacenHow could you bring a child into this worldnnHey, I'm in no condition, dearnTo make an exhibition herenI can't even tell the forest for the treesnnI'm false now where I once was realnAnd different where I used to feelnAnd seeing you has brought me to my kneesnnTake aim at your rivalrynMake a short note in your biblen'Cause the criminal mind has always been your typennBut even if you choose the jailernI won't consider us a failurenThe prosecution rests with you tonight