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Welcome to My (And Not Sly's) House
I guess prison rape always gets kind of a bad name.
I'm not proud of anything I did there, but I always said if I wrote a song about it I'd try to make it romantic.
I was missing my loving husband Norcal at the time that I wrote this, it's called He Almost Looks Like You
Come on you little canaries sing along.
Well there's a full moon
Shining on a stainless toilet bowl
An eight by twelve room
Shrinks every time that I'm denied parole
It was a snafu
Now I'm missing you and holed up in this pen
And there's a tattoo
On my ass that says that I belong to him
My cell mate beats me black and blue
But in the dark it's true
He almost looks like you
It's never hello
He just knocks me to the ground
And he strikes me
But when he gives me jello
In the dining hall at night I know he likes me
I'd never kiss him
But sometimes I feel the urge to lie beside him
Guess I would miss him
If they took him down the hall and they fried him
Though he beats me black and blue
In the dark it's true
He almost looks like you
I just mind my place
I don't want no trouble
But boy he's got your face
Save for a, quarter inch of stubble
Now my heart's broke
I'm missing you so much
It makes me tremble
It's God's joke
To put me in a cell
With someone you resemble
He's a creep
When he tries to force himself on all these fellas
Down deep, I must admit I get a little jealous
When he says, I'm the one for him
Then he sneaks off with other men
He almost looks like you
Moral of the story: If you can't love the one you're with, then love the one you're in with.
I'm not proud of anything I did there, but I always said if I wrote a song about it I'd try to make it romantic.
I was missing my loving husband Norcal at the time that I wrote this, it's called He Almost Looks Like You
Come on you little canaries sing along.
Well there's a full moon
Shining on a stainless toilet bowl
An eight by twelve room
Shrinks every time that I'm denied parole
It was a snafu
Now I'm missing you and holed up in this pen
And there's a tattoo
On my ass that says that I belong to him
My cell mate beats me black and blue
But in the dark it's true
He almost looks like you
It's never hello
He just knocks me to the ground
And he strikes me
But when he gives me jello
In the dining hall at night I know he likes me
I'd never kiss him
But sometimes I feel the urge to lie beside him
Guess I would miss him
If they took him down the hall and they fried him
Though he beats me black and blue
In the dark it's true
He almost looks like you
I just mind my place
I don't want no trouble
But boy he's got your face
Save for a, quarter inch of stubble
Now my heart's broke
I'm missing you so much
It makes me tremble
It's God's joke
To put me in a cell
With someone you resemble
He's a creep
When he tries to force himself on all these fellas
Down deep, I must admit I get a little jealous
When he says, I'm the one for him
Then he sneaks off with other men
He almost looks like you
Moral of the story: If you can't love the one you're with, then love the one you're in with.
