Wink
Give me a wink,
if you know what I'm saying
Give me a nod too
Don't let 'em think
that we know what we're doing ain't cool
Give 'em the old soft shoe
Yeah, hit 'em with the soft boot,
I love giving 'em the soft shoe
Geppeto 'em: gear up to peddle 'em
fake leather using phony flattery
Sell 'em the fake goods,
tell 'em what they wanna hear every time,
nobody ever said licking a sucker was a crime
That's right, give 'em the soft shoe,
they'll never know that they're being lied to
Just give me a wink,
and I won't have to say out loud
what we're really trying to do
And I'm gonna need you
to give me that nod too ...
So you can go and do
what we said we don't know nothing about
Then give 'em good misdirection,
paved whitewash coming out your mouth
Tell 'em that the train is headed up north,
but we be on the plane headed down south
When you be giving 'em the paid whitewash,
you gotta show those pearly teeth good
You gotta be smooth with your words,
looking glamourous like Hollywood
And Holly would ... if you give her the wink,
along with the nod
Always remember son,
never let 'em know what you really think ...
keep your peas in the pod
Put prying heifer eyes in their right place,
use the green cattle prod
And tell the hired hands, holding the hot iron brand,
you're gonna need that wink
and that gangster nod
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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