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I am Prisoner three-fourteen,
and you are stuck in a cell with me.
I hope your ready for a storie,
a little 'ole tale of Prisoner three-fourteen.

She is Prisoner three-fifteen,
she is are just imaginary.
Isn't she such a beauty.
Little 'ole Prisoner three-fifteen.

I am Prisoner three-fourteen,
and I'm feeling a little lonely.
I hope your ready for a storie,
a little 'ole tale of Prisoner three-fourteen.

She is Citizen three-twenty
and she keeps order in the family.
But she knows nothing,
of little 'ole Prisoner three-fourteen.

I am Prisoner three-fourteen,
even though you cannot see me.
Now I hope your ready for a storie,
a little 'ole tale of Prisoner three-fourteen.

This is Cell Block three-thirteen
Hidden in a place you won't believe.
Even I cannot leave.
Little 'ole Cell Block thirty.

I am Prisoner three-fourteen,
and I am quite lonely.
Hidden in Cell Block three-thirteen,
where I cannot leave.

Wishing Prisoner three-fifteen,
wasn't so imaginary.
Waiting for Citizen twenty,
to hurry up and find the key.

For little 'ole Prisoner 314