Last girl I had was a while ago,
and why she left (me), I just don’t know.
And my best friend? He thinks I’m bi.
And the more time passes, the more I fear,
that I’m trapped alone, with no idea
how to find the right girl; to satisfy.
Can’t change my ways, can’t change my luck.
All this time.
I’m so down I can’t be picked up.
I got not allibi, so don’t ask (me) why.
I try to be nice, I try to be good,
I try to behave like Jesus would,
but somehow my actions come across kinda queer.
I played the game, I played it straight,
but some rules kept changing, while others got bent.
(I’ve got the) Devil to pay while the God’s keep playin’ wi’ me.
So why should I, try to toe the line?
So I take time out, to look around,
but there’s no one there, no friend I’ve found,
then I start to backtrack on the steps I’ve trod.
And on reflection, it seems to me,
the cards I’m dealt should be thrown away,
but I keep on bluffing, despite the odds.
Seems like I(‘m), gonna let it ride / ready to die (die=dice)
©5.11.2011 Andrew Robert Chapman