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O.J.Simpson on Trial |
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I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head. I did not know that she was dead. I stayed at home that fateful night. I took a limo, then a flight. The bag I had was just for me. My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be! When I came home, I had a gash. My hand was cut from broken glass. I cut my hand on broken glass. A broken glass did cause that gash. My friend, he took me for a ride. All through L.A., from side to side. From north to south, we took a ride. But from the cops we could not hide. My trial lasted for a year. A year! A year! Just sitting here! The DNA, the HEM, the HAW! The circus- hype the viewers saw! A year! A year! Just sitting here! Did you do this awful crime? Did you do it anytime? I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, anytime. Did you take this person's life? Did you do it with a knife? I did not do it with a knife. I did not, could not, kill my wife. I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, anytime. Did you hit her from above? Did you drop this bloody glove? I did not hit her from above. I cannot even wear that glove. I did not do it with a knife. I did not, could not, kill my wife. I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, anytime. The glove you see it dosen't fit. The lawyer says you must acquit. Acquit because the cops all lied. Acquit, acquit the lawyer cried. The jury came back verdict in hand. and silence fell across the land. Not guilty! Not guilty! they did decree. Not guilty! Not guilty! now set him free. And now I'm free, I can return. To my house for which I yearn. And to my family whom I love. Now would you please return my glove! |
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