Come to my town and mine and mine,
the Olympics, Amazon, deals
deals, I'm all about the.
The boardroom, behind the thick walnut,
if I mirrored the blotter would the doodles
show me in their idle brevity the complete
lack of guile employed,
I'm all about the.
Smoke and mirrors who's been remotely near
Brooks Brothers, is that door walnut,
where's the theatre, sleight of hand, it's
all words none of substance
somehow becoming the substance of deals done,
pick up artists,
getting the job done, yes this works for me
it works for you, or if we shift in increments
but then yes we don't need to keep nodding
pensive, in the shadows, we can keep a disco ball
spinning if we can keep talking
through the poor cut, the tired cloth...
lightbulbs flash, the pop shield played like a harmonica,
yeah we did it, we pulled it out the bag
for you.
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