A banker in a tired suit is counting in his head.
He’s standing in your overcoat.
He’s lying on your bed.
President Gas is tapdancing for the banker he’s a thief.
He isn’t very honest.
But he’s obvious at least.
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A banker in a tired suit is counting in his head.
A banker in a tired suit is counting in his head.
He’s standing in your overcoat.
He’s lying on your bed.
President Gas is tapdancing for the banker he’s a thief.
He isn’t very honest.
But he’s obvious at least.