My cards were on the table, but my hand was pretty poor
I'd gambled that she'd buckle, and I'd walk out of the door
But I had not imagined that she'd played this game before
She took my legs from under me, and I fell to the floor
My Jack was in my pocket and I'd aced the queen I thought
And then she played her master plan, and I was truly caught
She held her joker in her hand, and laid her hand face down
And when i turned them over, all that I could do was frown
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