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The Heist
Slamming down the sheet of paper
Once again I go over the plan
My eyebrows are scowling in a serious way
there's an ink pen poised in my hand
The 'joints' already been cased
the plans have already been made
this isn't the first time I've done this
the games already been played
First, I do something bold
to capture pretty eyes
and once they're distracted by laughter
I entice with pretty lies
But remember I am not immune
even though I've read through the book
for many a thief has been locked away
made careless by an enchanting look
Although this isn't the first time I've done this
it sure will not be the last
old stories told while pouring vodka
over rocks in a chilled glass.
But the take will remain unbroken
kept whole from the very start
and although I started with stealing glances
I've now graduated to stealing hearts.
Once again I go over the plan
My eyebrows are scowling in a serious way
there's an ink pen poised in my hand
The 'joints' already been cased
the plans have already been made
this isn't the first time I've done this
the games already been played
First, I do something bold
to capture pretty eyes
and once they're distracted by laughter
I entice with pretty lies
But remember I am not immune
even though I've read through the book
for many a thief has been locked away
made careless by an enchanting look
Although this isn't the first time I've done this
it sure will not be the last
old stories told while pouring vodka
over rocks in a chilled glass.
But the take will remain unbroken
kept whole from the very start
and although I started with stealing glances
I've now graduated to stealing hearts.
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