And I swear with her it's always
Heads I win and tails you lose.
Josie flashes on TV., the radio sings her name.
Id find her if my heart were free.
My girl is such a gamble.
All my luck runs out on a fifty/fifty chance.
She takes different ways to stay.
Everyday a different game, she always finds some way
To save a little face.
ShećŻ fast, the next thing you know
YoućŽe kissing concrete.
One day she fakes and the next shećŻ in love again.
And it feels so bad to be this good,
When IćŚ so sick and tired of all her cunning style,
Whispers around my neck that I watched fall
Behind my back, with all the times I touched
Her after class. I needed mine, she wouldnć° grow
So I got out.
One day she fakes and then shećŻ gone again,
But shell never get a second chance to say ćothing serious?