"Let her"
That's what I said to the guard
Regarding the widow and her money
I'm her debtor
She's gonna finally see the view she bought me
From this 18th floor penthouse suite
Where the Detroit skyline
Flips me off every night
And I return the sentiment
Better
A better bettor would have cashed out
And fled for the Gulf Coast
But my sweaters
Have retained Most Favored Status
Right here in my top dresser drawer
Where they share the antique air
With some cocaine and cab fare
And a revolver loaded with a prayer
And a handwritten letter care of
The widow and her money
Years of confusion and running around
I kind of fell asleep within
Until reawakened by my sins
"I think that you've been found sir
The widow she is down here.
Should I let her in?"
And you know what I said?
"Let her"
The Detroit skyline
Has been witness to all my crime
And I can feel its steely eye
As for the first and last time
I greet the widow and her money
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"Let her"
That's what I said to the guard
Regarding the widow and her money
I'm her debtor
She's gonna finally see the view she bought me
From this 18th floor penthouse suite
Where the Detroit skyline
Flips me off every night
And I return the sentiment
Better
A better bettor would have cashed out
And fled for the Gulf Coast
But my sweaters
Have retained Most Favored Status
Right here in my top dresser drawer
Where they share the antique air
With some cocaine and cab fare
And a revolver loaded with a prayer
And a handwritten letter care of
The widow and her money
Years of confusion and running around
I kind of fell asleep within
Until reawakened by my sins
"I think that you've been found sir
The widow she is down here.
Should I let her in?"
And you know what I said?
"Let her"
The Detroit skyline
Has been witness to all my crime
And I can feel its steely eye
As for the first and last time
I greet the widow and her money
That's what I said to the guard
Regarding the widow and her money
I'm her debtor
She's gonna finally see the view she bought me
From this 18th floor penthouse suite
Where the Detroit skyline
Flips me off every night
And I return the sentiment
Better
A better bettor would have cashed out
And fled for the Gulf Coast
But my sweaters
Have retained Most Favored Status
Right here in my top dresser drawer
Where they share the antique air
With some cocaine and cab fare
And a revolver loaded with a prayer
And a handwritten letter care of
The widow and her money
Years of confusion and running around
I kind of fell asleep within
Until reawakened by my sins
"I think that you've been found sir
The widow she is down here.
Should I let her in?"
And you know what I said?
"Let her"
The Detroit skyline
Has been witness to all my crime
And I can feel its steely eye
As for the first and last time
I greet the widow and her money
Writer: John Brownell
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