Fresh and sweet, Melissa was again on the tank
With her good buddy Bob she decided to shack up
After boozing it, they planned to rob a bank
But first they both needed one little skin pop
Armed to the teeth and masked, she walked inside
Pointing the gun at the clerk, she threw him a bag
'Fill it with money, or I'll blow your brains out'
Tongue-tied, he did what she said and watched her shag
About to walk out, she saw a security guard
Who pulled the trigger and shot her in the back
While Bob drove away, she woke up in the emergency ward
And thought aloud, 'How longer am I gonna be out of whack? '
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