I had been sick, depressed and tired for days
So I went to the doctor, he said

So to the business woman dressed up in grey,
to the policewoman taking my plate,
to the mama at the crossroad with the child by the hand, I said

But women are so cold nowadays,
I found no generosity and they pulled me to jail
with the charge of being molest, a perverted, real nuts
I appear before You, Judge.

So Your Honour, now you know the true truth,
I appeal to the clemency of this supreme Court,
of upright jurywomen chaired by a woman in law like You,
and still I've got, I've got this pain, just let me, let me explain...

sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet...