| A short sweaty man disembarks of pan-am when the heat and humidity is
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| Cruel. |
| He wipes off his face,
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| Puts down his suitcase, and he eases himself onto a barstool.
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| The T.V. plays news but it’s of no use because he can’t understand
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| The anchorman.
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| But he orders Irish wisky successfully,
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| Because he wrote the words down on his hand.
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| Theres a man with a tan looking native to the land,
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| Who’s observing in a nearby booth.
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| With a handshake of wealth he introduces
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| Himself, and his sinister smile of gold tooth.
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| He speaks broken English but he looks quite distinguished in his
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| Three button mod green suit.
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| He offers assistance and matters for
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| Instance, such as escorts and prostitutes.
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| Drunk in the backseat of and third world taxi he’s driven to the
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| Hotel warez. |
| Where a man with a goat slips him
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| The note, and a child like handwriting it says. |
| ..
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| I know a place where you can meet girls,
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| And at the same time you can get your vegetables.
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| Go see the man who’s selling plantains.
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| Tell him you’re new here, and looking or fun.
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| (Go on)
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| Follow him down to the edge of The Swamp.
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| There you will see in a broken down boat.
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| A charming old man in a while linen suit,
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| And lots of girls from which you can choose.
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| But first you must pay all currencies
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| Good. |
| Take your new friend deep in the woods.
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| Watch her undress, and let down her hair.
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| You will be pleased but you better beware.
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| Because many of man could not stay away.
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| Say goodbye to their wives and just waste it away.
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| (Wasting away) |