The Required Dress Code Songtext
von Ed Motta
The Required Dress Code Songtext
The required dress code
To join the private party
With some experts I know
Supposedly the best, out there
In the hotel entrance
The choice will be restricted
Have you invited some more
Might be too late to change that disclosed
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain′t it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There's no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where′s this food
Service here is hell
Some well known practices
I use for landing meetings
There is something rotten
In the state of Denmark
Dissolving the new substance
That makes a drop like an ocean
Yes, we'll taste in this party
Some of them will spread it clearly
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain't it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There′s no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where′s this food
Service here is hell
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain't it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There′s no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where's this food
Service here is hell
To join the private party
With some experts I know
Supposedly the best, out there
In the hotel entrance
The choice will be restricted
Have you invited some more
Might be too late to change that disclosed
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain′t it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There's no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where′s this food
Service here is hell
Some well known practices
I use for landing meetings
There is something rotten
In the state of Denmark
Dissolving the new substance
That makes a drop like an ocean
Yes, we'll taste in this party
Some of them will spread it clearly
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain't it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There′s no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where′s this food
Service here is hell
High on booze, gamblers lose
Ain't it true
All can do better
In this branch
No one lose
There′s no clue
All can do better
Soiree starts, 8 pm
There are less people thank expected
Where's this food
Service here is hell
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