Go to pretty jail. Go to pretty jail. I don’t want to hear excuses, Go to pretty jail. So basically I thought of this concept, right? Where if someone is too pretty, they’re locked up on sight. We can’t have all the pretty people taking our jobs. If we held ourselves to that standard, we couldn’t be slobs. (Spoken: “So really, you see why that can’t work.”) Like horny jail, we’d go BONK! And the pretty person that entails Would go straight to, oh I don’t know, the Bronx. Go to pretty jail. Go to pretty jail. I don’t want to hear excuses, Go to pretty jail. So, ummm, the terms would be like. Well, here’s what it aught Maybe the prettier you are the longer your sentence, I don’t know, just a thought. One things for sure though, I don’t mean any pretension If it were up to me, you’d be serving a life sentence. Go to pretty jail. Go to pretty jail. I don’t want to hear excuses, Go to pretty jail. Alright, I’ve asked for license and registration. But I’ve also asked you twice now to put down your weapon. Those eyes are dangerous, those lips are too. The pretty jail is not too kind to people like you. So, go on, get! Consider this a warning. Good thing you weren’t too goddamn pretty, my heart would have been left scorning. Because I’d have to lock you up, but thankfully, you’re good! Maybe you could chock this up to me having misunderstood. Go to pretty jail. Go to pretty jail. I don’t want to hear excuses, Go to pretty jail. They actually were too pretty, I fear. But I can’t keep doing this, not to good people, I want my record clear. I don’t want to promote the idea of locking people up, I just can’t think of a punishment severe enough. For being that pretty, it’s truly quite rude. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job left to do. Go to pretty jail. Go to pretty jail. I don’t want to hear excuses, Go to pretty jail.
