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Before He Trades a Carrie Underwood Parody
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Right now he's actually swing trading with no stop loss and I'm wondering what he's thinkin'
Right now, he's probably doublin' up on whippy forex moves and accounts are shrinkin'
Right now, he's probably up obsessing with the latest indicator that's promised him to make dough
and he don't know...
That I rolled my sleeves and hurled outside his precious little souped up Dell hard drive Grabbed his chair and Slashed it with my blades
I took a Louisville slugger To all four screens Slammed keyboards against the wall and Maybe next time he'll think before he trades
Right now, he's probably up scanning for some loser penny stocks With little chance of workin'
Right now, he's probably saying "I'm sunk" And he's praying He's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably maxing out My credit cards To cover his margin
Oh and he don't know...
That I rolled my sleeves and hurled outside his precious little souped up Dell hard drive Grabbed his chair and Slashed it with my blades
I took a Louisville slugger To all four screens Slammed keyboards against the wall and Maybe next time he'll think before he trades
I might've spared a little profits For the next girl
Cause the next time that he trades Oh, you know it won't be my money No, not my money
'Cause I rolled my sleeves and hurled outside his precious little souped up Dell hard drive Grabbed his chair and Slashed it with my blades
I took a Louisville slugger To all four screens Slammed keyboards against the wall and Maybe next time he'll think before he trades
Oh maybe next time he'll think before he Trades...
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