Champagne Charlie and Gin Lynn
Walk from the castle abode
Stroll council roads
Dapper, perfume looms, lip stick wet red slapper
Amount the hills of the slippery eels deals gold lockets
Feel and slip to Pick pockets
Wallets feel there stocks
Lynn on gin and rocks
Medication conflict
Charlie throws a fit
Priest on a stick of gold
Two go in hand for young and old
Make the score
Rip rich from a twelve inch bore
Sore heads From cartridges of led
Charlie and Lynn fled
To the Lying and dying bled.
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