So this guy comes up to me, his face red like a rose on a thorn bush. Like all the colours of a royal flush. And he’s peelin’ off those dollar bills, slappin’ ’em down: one hundred, two hundred…
So this guy comes up to me, his face red like a rose on a thorn bush. Like all the colours of a royal flush. And he’s peelin’ off those dollar bills, slappin’ ’em down: one hundred, two hundred…