"Felony Glamour" lyrics - CHUCK PROPHET

Standing on the corner
'Cause I like the view
Here she come
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

So 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

Now I stop to see her
On my way out of town
Three bedsheets 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

[Repeat]

Now 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 round
And make me beg

Look out! Come on, Felony Glamour