Your Satisfaction is Mine
Ed Motta
Red eyes, smoky car
The old rule is
Never pronounce my name there
I will split the share
My contact there
Will take care of the goods, never mind
The train is late lately
The station is empty lately
No one
There's not a signal down there
The air is thick down there
No one
Goods will arrive at the fixed time,
there's no risk
Your satisfaction is mine