Your hair is falling over your face again
And I can see you smile wide
And you get angry with me
Whenever I say something snide
So I edit myself and I hold my tongue
I try not to let things slip
Your hands wrapped tight around that beer
Honey, gimme a sip
Playing hi-lo-jack, listening to The Clash
I bid four and let you call
But the Jack of Hearts wasn't out that hand
So I couldn't have it all
Have it all
Trump card, guitar strings, and Pinter plays
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