Reap What You Sow
He's got to have a hobby
He's got to have a vice
It's just that his hobby
Well, it isn't very nice.
He tells you don't tell no-one
Or else you're gonna die
Scars them for a lifetime
And every night they cry
Well both of his daughters
His wife she didn't know
Ruins all their lives
But has to though
And I saw him in the court room
The tears ran from his eyes
Were they a crocodiles
I wouldn't be surprised
Now his life is over
He's out of prison though
I told him I told him
You reap what you sow
He's got to have a vice
It's just that his hobby
Well, it isn't very nice.
He tells you don't tell no-one
Or else you're gonna die
Scars them for a lifetime
And every night they cry
Well both of his daughters
His wife she didn't know
Ruins all their lives
But has to though
And I saw him in the court room
The tears ran from his eyes
Were they a crocodiles
I wouldn't be surprised
Now his life is over
He's out of prison though
I told him I told him
You reap what you sow
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Writer(s): Dirk Tilton Kroll
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