歌曲名 The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines 歌手名 Jessica Molaskey

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I'm down to a roll of dimes

I'm stalking the slot that's hot

I keep hearing bells all around me

Jingling in the lucky jackpots

They keep you tantalized

They keep you reaching for your wallet

Here in fools' paradise

I talked to a cat from Des Moines

He said he ran a cleaning plant

That cat was clanking with coin

Well he must have had a genie in a lamp

'Cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it

He kept ringing bells

Nothing to it

He got three oranges

Three lemons

Three cherries

Three plums

I'm losing my taste for fruit

Watching the dry cleaner do it

Like Midas in a polyester suit

It's all luck

It's just luck

You get a little lucky and you make a little money

Des Moines was stacking the chips

Raking off the tables

Ringing the bandit's bells

This is a story that's a drag to tell

In some ways

Since I lost every dime

I laid on the line

But the cleaner from Des Moines

Could put a coin

In the door of a John

And get twenty for one

It's just luck

Twenty one store of the jungle

And I gess twestte

The city is cubby

And you konw the cats gets worty two world