How Do You
In the world of fraud and money laundering
Where a good streak is no longer bothering
the guilty or the fraudulent
My hands are tied
My lips are zipped
Labour has become no bitter-sweet than a life of a beggar
All is turned up-side leaving the cruel signs of an economical burglar
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Psst! Come close
Let me drop some good news on your left ear
Tolerate my whispering
And please ignore my shivering
Take a sit and bang the door as well
Keep fit
And allow me to fill in your shoes
Run away and scatter like donkeys of the wild
Brush off the caramel dirt
Sh! Let me tell you