Over futile odds, and laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame. Love is a losing game
Without girls like you there’d be no fun
We’d go to the club and not see anyone
Without girls like you there’s no nightlife
All those men just go home to their wives
I'd rather be at home with Ray
I ain't got seventy days
Cause there's nothing
There's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway
I didn't get a lot in class
But I know it don't come in a shot glass
I loved you much; It's not enough
You love blow, and I love puff
And life, is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rollin up the walls inside
I'm in the tub, You on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice likkle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first
