A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just Wynona's sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
"You rich folks shouldn't steal!"
Silence now the sound
Her lawyer has no motion around
The press is cluttering around
Her face showing no emotion
Waiting for her sentence
Expecting no jail time
Here there is no penance
It's all quite sublime

So you stole a bunch of clothes
Never once paying for those
Why you did it, goodness knows
You're held captive out from the sales
A cushy Beverly Hills cell
Now your clothes all look like hell

I hear reporters in the distance
See a television crew
I feel the pain that you felt
When the police caught you
The story they love to cover
Your cries they will not hear
You hope this all blows over
And hope you still have a career

Shouldn't have stole
On that Wednesday evening
From that Saks store
No time for credit
Ain't got no more

So you stole a bunch of clothes
Never once paying for those
Why you did it, goodness knows
You're held captive out from the sales
A cushy Beverly Hills cell
Now your clothes all look like hell

You cry to the judge
Seeking only his decision
Jury stands and confirms
You've created your own prison