I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes. All the circling wagons and where I draw the line. All the birds of prey that keep searching. Have come to feast on my little black heart.
You couldn't tell it by the tone that I want you?. You couldn't guess from the vibe that you're mine?. Shot glasses, burnt out cigarettes. You wanted nothing, baby, get in line.
I'll let the coin toss figure it out. If that's alright. I can't be bothered. With affairs of the heart. When I'm trying to ruin my life. . Place your money down.