Bar Fight

You've got a love.
She knows me.
Be careful son,
Love don't come cheap.
You've got a love.
And she knows free.
Be careful son.
Mind your keep.
You've got a whore.
She blows for drinks.
Be careful son.
Don't loose your head.

There's a man in the back.
He knows her type.
He slips in, in the bathroom.
You walk in.
There's gonna be a bar fight.

Tit for tat.
Cock for coke.
Go get your coat.
You might as well go.
Oh no what's this.
You grab a bottle.
You make him shit.
In jail you sit.
She's in bed.
Not sleeping tight.
With another man.
And you're locked up tight.