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Take the wheel, a barnacle peel
Juicy and hesh on the screening screel

Who do you trust?

Three bullet belts, mojitos searching through the rising dust
He tossed me the shovel, I'll dig where there's no feel

Rotisserie turkey dripping from the spit
"Walter, I thought I told you to stop spitting on it!"
450 degree oil and things fry best
Though I'll admit, I need more time to digest
There's nothing liking a steaming plate and white wine wit

On the table your last two week's worth of fruit
Hit 21, it don't matter the suit
Hey, maybe I'll never be a high roller, that's tough
In the Bellagio botanical gardens up $50 is good enough
The Jack of Hearts is such a brute

Why all the admiration for your wings?
It must be the color and diversity of things
Like landing a halfpipe send
Riding the waves of the wind
The beat connects us all with strings