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Aces &
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Oh, you
know I wanna hold ya, Texas
style
Pass me that bottle little girl,
sit & stay a while
The game you wanna play, is the
dangerous kind
‘Cause you got you another man,
& I do think he’d mind
I’ll throw my chips on the table
I just can’t wait
I might be holding a dead man’s
hand
It might be too late, but
I’ll bet it all on aces & eights
If you wanna change the game,
I’ll take that bet
‘Cause there’s so many things
you do, I haven’t seen yet.
Just one lingering question in
the back of my mind.
When your man gets home, what’s
he gonna find?
I’ll throw my chips on the table
I just can’t wait
Might be holding a dead man’s
hand
It might be too late, but
I’ll bet it all on aces &
eights.
SOLO
You know this joker’s wild when
the queen’s on top.
Whatever you do now baby, don’t
you stop.
If I’m a dead man walking, one
last request.
Oh, I need you to just do what
you do best.
I’ll throw my chips on the table
I’m going all in
Bet it all on a dead man’s hand
Original sin
I’ll bet it all on aces & eights
SOLO
Such a dirty trick
One that I’d expect
When you’re double dealing
From the bottom of the deck
I’ll bet it all on aces & eights
Double dealing
Soul Stealing
Twisted feeling
Got me reeling
Aces & eights
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