Sorry My Dear

Saturday morning on State Route 44 I was doing eighty, but I guess I was doing more In my rear view, I saw flashing red and blues Was it me they wanted? How could I refuse So I pulled on over, with my dockets in my hand What was wrong, I didn't understand She was clad in leather, strong hands and looking lean Every inch a dominatrix; every inch a streak of mean You were doing eighty-four in an eighty kilo zone I see you're English; are you travelling here alone I said I'm an Englishman, but please let me make it clear If I broke the highway law, I'm sorry my dear! Well things got real ugly, as she threw me on the hood She laid me out spread eagle; I wasn't looking good She whipped out her book while she clinched me in real tight Took down my particulars; well I knew I'd lost the fight "I ain't fond of men like you and what you have say Disrespecting women, yeah I hear it every day Don't try your English charm; let me make this clear Here's a three hundred dollar fine for calling me my dear The moral of the story; the moral of the song Is sometimes you can't be saying right For saying something wrong But I'm an old school guy, I treat my women right With grace and manners, I'm always polite Hold doors open, give my seat up on the train Give her my umbrella when we're in the pouring rain So take me as you find me, it's just the way I am And if you don't really like that Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn