Sally

Oh, no, I can’t believe it, Sally
Oh, I, must accuse you, Sally
There’s scratches on your knees
Where you been all morning
I think you been down, down
To the brier patch, baby
There might be someone was with you
Oh, no, I can’t believe it, Sally
Oh, I, must accuse you, Sally
There’s brambles in your hair
You been rolling in the roses
I think you been down, down
To the brier patch, Sally
There’s a thorn caught in your shoulder
Oh, no, I can’t believe it, Sally
Oh, I, must accuse you, Sally
Oh, I think, the morning sun was rising
Venus was clear
And you are messing with the goddess of love
Come on now, over here
Lemme take a look at you
Just look at you
You got bruises everywhere
You got brambles in your hair
You got scratches on your knees
Oh, it’s easy to see
You been messing around Sally
And you ain’t been messing with me
Well, I know now
Somebody with my girl
Torn pants, torn pants
And juice all down your dress
You been ripping it up with somebody
You better confess, confess
Confess, confess
You better confess