You're a little late for love
I gave it all up without a worry
I never thought I wouldn't have enough
But I can't seem to find where the rest is buried now

I'll smolder and fold you entirely in two
Just to holster a wholesome little darling like you
A cold comfort is better than a scolding hot truth
But I told you I'd never web a lie around you and I meant it

Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid

Expertly amateur
A real phony down to earth type that'd taste test the barrel
Just for the sake of having something to say
So you'd keep turning pages
But the words would escape him just as he triggered your interest

Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid

Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid

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