you ain't play your cards right. you had the ace of clubs.
hit you with the ace of spade, in your face, and shrugged.
we was just planning the wedding. caught cagin' doves.
you were just tellin' your mans, you hate the clubs.
now we in the crying game. heart laced with slugs.
welcome to the crying game. where you lose your soul.
where it ain't no easy cash. you got to use the toll.
i couldn't breathe. and you ain't even know it.
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