It wasn't me

I don't know who they think did it, but it wasn't me. I didn't do it. I'm too cute to have done it. And why would I even think about doing something like that? I can barely stand the thought. Not me. I was raised properly by my parents. I know better. Yes, I do. I know what the stakes are. Who do they think I am? I'm not your run-of-the-mill debutante who does things and expects Daddy to pay for it all with a credit card, I'm a polite and well-mannered young woman. So if that is the case -and I plead my innocence- then why am I behind bars? Huh? You tell them, because I've said it one too many times already: It wasn't me.