Felony Glamour - Chuck Prophet

Standing on the corner

'cause I like the view

Here she comes

Down the avenue

Oh no, it’s Felony Glamour (listen boys)

You wind her up

She never stop

She go ballistic

In the beauty shop

Oh no, it’s Felony Glamour

Show me the money

Show me the blood

Take me to the river

Down to the river of love

She got a pony she like to ride

Straight through the mirror to the other side

Ride on!

Ride on!

Felony Glamour

I stop to see her on my way out of town

Three bed-sheets later and I’m still hanging 'round

Oh no, Felony Glamour

Show me the money

Show me the blood

Take me to the river

Down to the river of love

Show me the money

Show me the blood

Take me to the river

Down to the river of love

She write the chorus

She write the verse

She mixed this record

In a bombed out church

Oh no, talking about Felony Glamour

I hear she’s living

With a man with no legs

He’d like to roll me around

And make me beg