Fake southern drawl
And a wink
Oily handshake
Selling broken girls
And empty dreams
Arm around the shoulder
The smell of cheap
Men's cologne
Barely masking the
Burnt odor of
A chain smoker
With a crooked smile
He swipes the money
From the table
"All your dreams
come true,Sir. Here in the flesh"
The devil in disguise
The devil in her eyes
Flesh to make
Flesh rise
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