Trump Style Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

if i don't take to the highway 

i'm going to lose my head 

can't do things your way 

gotta live my way 

and the grass is greener on 

the wrong side of the bed 

the grass is always greener 

inside my head 

you can be my partner 

i'll chose you first 

when we pick teams 

we'll do just fine 

lay your meld 

across from mine 

and take a few tricks for me 

take a few tricks for me 

be sure to remember 

a ten beats a king 

you don't have money 

or a place or a pretty pretty face 

but you're an ace 

and that beats most everything 

you're an ace 

and that beats most everything 

if i get off the bus in reno 

put all my chips on number nine 

maybe i'll get lucky 

and lose everything 

start from the bottom 

one more time 

without a stinkin' 

cotton pickin' dime 

if i was a pirate out at sea 

stole all your gold and set you free 

would you come sailing after me? 

to try to get your booty back 

try to get your booty back 

try to get your booty back 

your booty back from me 

bury me next to my grandpa 

ashes in the water and the wind 

that way i can drift 

forever and ever 

maybe someday we will meet again 

maybe you and me will meet again 

if it's meant to be 

we will meet again