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Rendezvous in the air
Spinning blades echoing sound
Nobody will know
The pilot’s lips sealed in gold
Piracy in legitimate ways
The laws will not come to get
“Easy honey don’t spoil the game”
As the helicopter spins
The fat Mercedes waits on the ground
Feeling the heat in her bosoms rise
Looking up into the sky
“Damn you chicken shit
You can’t do on the ground
Now you want to shoot high in the sky”
The rendezvous players
They don’t see what goes on the ground
Spinning intimate whispers
Blowing along with the wind
When the helicopter touches down
The fat Mercedes glowing black in her mind
Knowing now what she has to do
Teach the chicken shit a lesson
He can’t run away……………
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