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Gambling drunk to the bone on a bingo day

Cash is sitting loose when you’re near the bay

Dancing on the table almost falling down

A girl is taunting me and my testosterone

Rushing through the crowd to fight the drought

And all I can recall is you kissing my mouth

And I want more

Take me up into you plan cause I’m falling for you

Well not many things that I actually do

It’s you dragging my hand out into the cold

I light a stick and she’s getting more bold

I feel my feet stumbling onto the street

And she wants more

Taking it up a notch

She’s now grabbing my crotch

I take a peak at my watch

I had way too much scotch

Looking down is just bumming me out

She must think what is this about

Quick I’m tucking him up

I had way too much luck

She asks me wassup

I said I’m way to fucked up

She plays it cool and it’s easy to see that…

We want more

For everything you lose you have gained

For everything you miss you’re beds made

For everything you win you lost one

For whatever you do you have won