Casino Night

I was wrong
To think that I
Had this figured out
And I, I, I
Was wrong
To spin the die
On you
If you wanna see me, then say it
I’ll be your baby
Book me for a weekend, or winter
I’ll quit complaining
I’ll bring my snow pants
If you wanna bet on it, baby
Then put your funds up!
Funny how you fumble the bag
And still play the coin slots
Front me, out of pocket
«It's business»
I’ll get to pissing off
It’s casino night!
Why you still filming me?
Why you still filming me?
Why you still filming me?
Why, why, why you still filming me?
Turn it off!