They call you when the sweet talk’s done
They call you in sometimes just for fun.
Don’t let me fool ya
Been down in the cooler
Been watching your diamonds for haze
Don’t let me follow ya’
see me but I know ya’
Won’t let it show on your face
I’ll try the numbers and you try the game
And we’ll both stop for strangers
then beat ‘em all the same
Every day a loser is born beneath the sun
But I think I’m The Lucky One.
Yeah, I think I’m The Lucky One
It’s a good bet. It’s a Big Blind hand.
This is your show, Mr. Rounder Man
But don’t get excited
The view is divided by loveless affairs with your math
There might be a Ringer
so tip out the Singer and she’ll keep an eye on your back
Don’t try to chase the wind
Don’t try to take it home
Just leave ‘em all impressed and go.
The Lucky One