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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.03.19.54.22308]] |
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Stop or I'll shoot, drop down those verbs Or I'll blast you down like roundup on herbs I'm the house here, my word is law I'm just bouncing' off of some words that I saw Two cards on the table and three in your sleeve This tables for one, so why don't you leave Show me the queen, I'll trick with two knaves You bring another; I'll flush you in spades Like a goldfish that dies, to the Johnny you go And frankly, my dear, you're moving too slow So be earnest, don't tarry, just go away Saloon has a player, see you another day Stage left has a fire and stage right is closed So find your sweet Rhett with the ties and silk hose Your scarlet cheeks will not betray you in time That sucker is busted, loan him a dime |