And I swear with her its always

heads I win and tails you lose.

Josie flashes on TV., the radio sings her name.

Id find her if my heart were free.

My girl is such a gamble.

All my luck runs out on a fifty/fifty chance.



She takes different ways to stay.

Everyday a different game, she always finds some way

To save a little face.  

She抯 fast, the next thing you know

You抮e kissing concrete.

One day she fakes and the next she抯 in love again.



And it feels so bad to be this good, 

When I抦 so sick and tired of all her cunning style,

Whispers around my neck that I watched fall

Behind my back, with all the times I touched

Her after class.  I needed mine, she wouldn抰 grow

So I got out.



One day she fakes and then she抯 gone again,

But shell never get a second chance to say 搉othing serious?