in the course of time.here inside
my pocket can be cool
and hot as well
to hurt my pants
so i look about
for a place i can
hide my dough,
my wallet is cool
and hot as well
for the fear i hold
of filling it up
and dropping it full
right by the pool
to be picked by a fool
that doesn't look cool.
so i zip my pants up
with my wallet in
to avoid it's fall
because it will cost
so much to get what you lost
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