(Verse 1) In the city of Amman, where the sun shines bright, Lives a man with a secret he keeps out of sight. He’s got a Steam library that’s quite a surprise, Full of games that might make your grandmother chastise. When the police of vice and virtue come knockin’ at his door, He knows he’s gotta hide what they’re lookin’ for. So he starts his mission, a game of hide and seek, To stash those titles where they’ll never peek. (Chorus) Hide the games, don’t let ‘em see, The imams say they’re حرام as can be. In the pantry, with the beans and rice, Or behind the curtains, outta sight, real nice! (Verse 2) He slips a hard drive in his cousin’s old shoe, Tucks it under the bed, then bids it adieu. In the bookshelf, behind a dictionary thick, Or taped to the bottom of a candlestick. He tries the teapot, then the spice rack, Maybe inside the jacket on the coat rack. He’s got ‘em hidden all over the place, Praying the cops won’t find a trace. (Chorus) Hide the games, don’t let ‘em see, The imams say they’re حرام as can be. In the laundry, wrapped in socks, Or tucked away inside a music box. (Bridge) He’s runnin’ out of options, but he’s got one more, Slips the USB inside the bathroom floor. He’s laughin’ to himself, this ain’t no easy feat, Keepin’ secrets safe and the operation discreet. (Verse 3) When the cops come 'round, he keeps his cool, Sippin' his شاي and actin' the fool. They search high and low, but find nothin' amiss, While he dreams of his games in hidden bliss. The man gives a wink, and they leave the scene, None the wiser to his clever routine. He sighs with relief as they walk away, His secret collection survives another day. (Chorus) Hide the games, don’t let ‘em see, The imams say they’re حرام as can be. In the flower pot, under the soil, Or in the fridge, wrapped in foil. (Outro) So here’s to the man with a plan so grand, Hidin’ his library across the land. In a game of cat and mouse, he plays it smart, Keepin’ his treasures close to his heart.
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