She's as lucky as a dice roll
Made by a scoundrel
And it's beginning to show
That I'm as tricky as a deck of cards
Made up of Jokers
And all this smokings beginning to make me
Choke
On you
And I'll stay true
'Till I'm not
Well your poker face is shit
And I've been counting cards the whole time
And I'm beginning to fold
So lets play one last hand
For old times sake
Coz I'm beginning to
Rub
Off on you
And I'm Not true
I Know you
Well I'm not you
Cold and Blue
I hate you
She's as lucky as a dice roll
Made by a scoundrel
And now the jokes on you