THE COP
Hey, bad boys and bad girls, what you gonna do, when I come for you? It isn't very smart to resist arrest, especially when you're so obviously guilty. I will read you your rights, frisk you, handcuff you and then take you downtown for questioning - unless of course you're so damn cute I would rather work out a deal on the side with you . . . [where's the back room . . . ?]
Don't go getting confused when I start singing and dancing. Don't go thinking I'm just a cop who's gone off her rocker . . . [but with the strains and stresses of my job, that's not an impossibility . . . ]. At that moment you should begin to realize your friends might have slipped someone some money and arranged something real memorable for you. I have the right to remain silent . . .
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