The way some of us treat the thing called love

The way some of us treat the thing called love

The way some of us treat the thing called love

Repeat

I know you will judge me
Just stay in your place
Who am I to come and judge
The way some of us treat the thing called love

Solo

Little scarlet balloon
Sticks it out before the judge and the jury

Repeat

Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
Then his very last buck

Repeat

And a master of none
He trusted no one
His mere presence was threat
And so the court grew large

Solo

Each of us in our own way
Judge me not my mood, it only gets you down

Repeat

Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
Then his very last buck

Repeat

You lived the kind of a judge
Who made a vow that one day

Repeat

Free my boy, free my boy
I plead my case to your judge and before him lord
I plea
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