Capture The Flag

It all began three years ago
When I was speeding down the road
You followed me with your sirens screaming
And pulled me over
And after I'd convinced you
That my tears were penance enough
Well, you didn't give me a ticket then
But we sure used those handcuffs

And now I am a trophy
In your big State Trooper's house
And I'm waiting to be rescued
From this prison on the couch
But I'm planning my escape now
I will steal out in the night
And you can try to bring me home
But not without a fight

And it's all here in this letter
With your saddle and your seal
And if it doesn't make you feel better
Then at least you'll know it's real
You could form a little army
That would capture me for sure
But I'm not your flag babe
And I sure won't fly for you no more

You should have known when you found
All your secrets had been leaked
You should have known when I told you
I'd be at the movies for a week
And when I left for China
For a year or maybe two
I can't explain what took you so long
To take that as a clue

The more I got to know you
The meaner I could be
I bet now that you're sorry
That you ever captured me

Nerissa Nields © 1993 Peter Quince Productions

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