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| - I've lied ("Ooh yeah, we can't eat there, that place has rats")
I've Blackmailed ("do you really want your wife to find out what we do on guys night out?")
I've Scammed: ("Grandma, you missed my Birthday again. Yes you can treat me to dinner; I know just the place.")
I'll pull a Cop & Blow, I'll play the Shill if need. But in truth, I'm a Grifter. All to get back to you, Okra.
I need no excuses. I make no apologies.
I am a bad man, and you made me this way.
I introduce friends to this restaurant, just so they'll celebrate birthdays here: "Friends, this is Okra. Okra, this is friends."
And every time, friends love it ("how did I not know about this?) and every time, they rave ("how have I never been here?").
What's that, you ask? My percentage?
Why don't you fire me up some of that world class Headcheese, and maybe we'll talk.
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