When I was a kid, my dad was always rambling about how good Bananarama was. I was always like "yeah, it's cool." but now, I understand. Pretty genius pop songwriting. And really goofy babes.
The judge and the jury, they all the put the blame on me.
Only you can set me free, because i'm guilty, guilty as a girl can be
I stand accused of love in the first degree
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