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Swati - Blackjack lyrics
I got a prostitute in an Atlantic City bar. She said what would you like to do. You look kind of normal but you’ve still got New York City all over you. Just hold my hand when the six card drops. Hold my hand, when the money runs out. Dealer’s got blackjack. She said don’t you got no friends? I said yes mamm but today i’m sick of them. Well don’t you got no lovers? I said no mamm, I’m always chasing the hearts I can never have. So just hold my hand when the six card drops. Just hold my hand, when the money runs out. Dealer’s got blackjack. Monday I called my summer love, I said please see me I need to talk about stuff. She blamed it on the dopamine, weirdy, and gently sent me on my way. Tuesday I called my first love, I said please see me I need to remember who I was. She said you’re definitely not the same person today, I love you anyway. So now here I am sitting with you at the all you can eat buffet. You’ve got your hand resting gently on my knee and I’m pretending that I’ve found me an unconditional love from a stranger… So at the end of the night, I said I’ll drive you home, please say Mexico. She said, you’re driving real fast, I said I’m sorry mamm am I making you nervous? She said oh no, oh no. Drive faster, faster, faster. And hold my hand when the six card drops. Hold my hand when the money runs out. Just hold my hand when the six card drops. Hold my hand cause the money’s run out. Baby’s got blackjack. |
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