Text písně The Number Twelve Looks Like You: Texas Dolly

Texas Dolly


LIGHT THE WAY, THE POT OF GOLD, WAITS FOR HANDS, FOR MY HANDS DIA-MONDS UNLEASHED, ON THREE MEN ONE SPIN TWO LIGHTS THREE SOUNDS-
A sphere to determine my fate second twelve to triple up, sit and wait all you can eat $1395 the, lounge act, is really good tonight Look into the faces of these Roman gods as they lead you to the floral patterned paradise moving without walking, in all directions, mandatory currency change Snake eyes and boxcars on green felt, royalty on sailboats in the old west, there'll be a showdown at the taj tonight circular patterns, of baked clay
Take my throne aside, the one-eyed jack on the button first to act shuffle, my, checks with my right
Reading super system in my mind-what would Doyle Brunson do possible straight draw on the board-the action comes to, Push my life (under the eye from above) one last hope (that he will lay it) down to this (he noticed my tell) calls my bluff
Back to the automatic dispenser of, paper so I can dream again







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