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Let your imagination run free on this one. Think you know what I am talking about? Have a guess? Post it as a reply and if you get it right I will send you a Free ‘The Bergamot’ album!

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Laughing and clapping

She is such a crook

Send her to jail for all she has took

Call her a savior

But what lies beneath

Behind those bleached teeth

–

The ultimate hoax

Of the most terrible kind

Robs your soul

Troubles your mind

–

Sitting to admire

Her wonderful empire

Of things stolen and destroyed

Keeping everyone employed

–

Not much sympathy in my soul

For those vying for control

Over you and me and trees and flowers

The whole damn thing leaves me sour

–

Yet people run to be first in line

This will continue for quite some time

The world spins on

In such a great sublime

–

These feelings swell in winter season

Defying rational thought and reason

If I may say so myself

I have witnessed this treason

–

The world does not need

Another singer songwriter

One of a million calling out

This I know if forever a doubt

–

Yet stand in attention

And all hail to the chief

If I had known better

I could have known her a thief

–

Making a dollar

Never looked quite so easy

Red dresses worn

So old and sleazy

Crack the code

And underneath we find

The act of betrayal

Leaving the mind

Left to stale

But now let us curtail

This power and drab

We were all given

The gift of gab

–

So gab it on the mountain

Proclaim it free

Don’t let this truth die

Between you

and me

–

Let the words flow out

As the pouring rain

Let it put out the fire

Of deceit and of pain

–

For I know no truth

This I must hold true

But deceit is deceit

And behold

I have told you

What is your net worth

Go you! Proclaim it throughout the earth

Ring it on high

Ring it on low

Bring a receipt

Wherever you go

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Remind your friends with cash in hand

Even pay for them to see your favorite band

“I wonder how much they are worth”

Surely not as much as me

I am sure my banker would agree

Ring the registers from on high

It’s like pie falling from the sky

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I will stand with my hands ready

To grab what is mine

Might just take one of yours

But hey who is keeping score

Now get my car and call me lady

You know this part of town can get quite shady

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Maybe I should not be quite so loud

I mean I do not want to attract a crowd

Who knows what that will mean

It was my pie I found,

I thought I caught it

But please don’t bring those fellows

Who want to conduct the audit

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If leverage is leverage

And bottom line true

The bell rings cold

When the receipt reads past due

Extend me some credit

Just a little more

I just want to settle the score

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But the banker looked confused

This analogy he used

“The way I see it

To make this all easy for me and you

Upon every mans head it should be written

Two decades and a half after their birth

So he may proclaim it throughout the earth

But for now I must ask you again

What is your net worth?”

Let your imagination run free on this one. Think you know what I am talking about? Have a guess? Post it as a reply and if you get it right I will send you a Free ‘The Bergamot’ album!

–

Laughing and clapping

She is such a crook

Send her to jail for all she has took

Call her a savior

But what lies beneath

Behind those bleached teeth

–

The ultimate hoax

Of the most terrible kind

Robs your soul

Troubles your mind

–

Sitting to admire

Her wonderful empire

Of things stolen and destroyed

Keeping everyone employed

–

Not much sympathy in my soul

For those vying for control

Over you and me and trees and flowers

The whole damn thing leaves me sour

–

Yet people run to be first in line

This will continue for quite some time

The world spins on

In such a great sublime

–

These feelings swell in winter season

Defying rational thought and reason

If I may say so myself

I have witnessed this treason

–

The world does not need

Another singer songwriter

One of a million calling out

This I know if forever a doubt

–

Yet stand in attention

And all hail to the chief

If I had known better

I could have known her a thief

–

Making a dollar

Never looked quite so easy

Red dresses worn

So old and sleazy

Crack the code

And underneath we find

The act of betrayal

Leaving the mind

Left to stale

But now let us curtail

This power and drab

We were all given

The gift of gab

–

So gab it on the mountain

Proclaim it free

Don’t let this truth die

Between you

and me

–

Let the words flow out

As the pouring rain

Let it put out the fire

Of deceit and of pain

–

For I know no truth

This I must hold true

But deceit is deceit

And behold

I have told you

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What is your net worth

Go you! Proclaim it throughout the earth

Ring it on high

Ring it on low

Bring a receipt