C'mon, c'mon let's go -- It's almost time for the show Men, women, the young and and the old Waiting to line your pockets with gold Come busting through the curtains on bareback While the fingers start going through your backpack Silvery charms and sweet sweet notes Offer distraction for darker folks Shining white grin from ear to ear Hides eyes that eye your purses, I fear Up come your daughters with a blush and a grin Back down sans their earrings and silver stick-pin The show is done; when they come to their senses He's traded their heirlooms at one of his fences C'mon, c'mon let's go -- It's time for another show
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