Soul Street Anthem

(oooh-yeah) You walked in

wearing that same old grin,

calm demeanor, but darling you’re guilty as sin.

Every glance is a misdemeanor,

stealing my heart, ain’t no redeemer.

Guilty, guilty, that’s my plea,

your cool demeanor’s got a hold on me.

Call it a crime,

call it a misdemeanor,

I’d do the time just to be near ya.

Courtroom eyes and a jury of one,

judging the way you make me come undone.

Your alibi’s weak but your smile’s the key,

breaking and entering, straight into me.

Read me my rights,

I don’t wanna know,

cause every one of them I already let go.

It ain’t robbery, though you stole my scene,

with that quiet little dangerous demeanor.

Guilty, guilty, that’s my plea,

your cool demeanor’s got a hold on me.

Call it a crime,

call it a misdemeanor,

I’d do the time just to be near ya.

Case closed, baby, I confess,

you got me tangled in that evening dress.

No parole from this misdemeanor,

keeping you close is my only demeanor.

So slap the cuffs on,

I won’t resist,

cause a life sentence with you don’t sound like this.

Sweetest crime, sweetest misdemeanor,

guilty as charged, and I’m getting keener.

Guilty, guilty, that’s my plea,

your cool demeanor’s got a hold on me.

Call it a crime,

call it a misdemeanor,

I’d do the time just to be near ya.

(hmmmmm,

guilty...)