Her voice is so sweet, but her words cut like knives
A roll of the dice, she has 29 sides
Likes to play games when the odds are unfair
Likes to burn lungs with her cigarette air
Came to Sunday mass just to pilfer the alms
Pocket full of prayers, glass of wine, and she's gone
Swift her slight of hand, and well hidden her tells
Dagger in your back, might've done it yourself
But I see blues skies when it's pouring rain
It's just how I am
And in games of love I don't care to cheat
I'm a gambling man
Even bright red flags I don't see them well
And my white flag don't wave
I'm still calling her name from this shallow grave
Never called it love, but she did hold my hand
To pull me into trouble and shit I can't stand
Once blew me a kiss but it flew overhead
Flashed her winning smile, said that's all you get dear
But I see blues skies when it's pouring rain
It's just how I am
And in games of love I don't care to cheat
I'm a gambling man
Even bright red flags I don't see them well
And my white flag don't wave
I'm still calling her name from this shallow grave