I'm not about to lose this time
‘Cause I'm not playing this game.
To set a bet down on the line,
The risk would have to match the itch.
The sacrifice is always nice
When the gold shines.
But when there's nothing that you prize,
It's a fool's wish.
The quavering between the eyes:
I'm not feeling that pain.
To settle with the legs entwined,
The act must surpass the ache.
The sacrifice is always nice
When the gold shines.
But when there's nothing that you prize
It's a foolish game.
I'm not gonna lose, I'm not this time
‘Cause I'm not playing this game.
To set a bet down on the line
The risk would have to match the itch.
I'm not about to lose this time
‘Cause I'm low blind.

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