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 s fast, the next thing you know
You re kissing concrete.
One day she fakes and the next she s in love again.

And it feels so bad to be this good,
When I m 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 t grow
So I got out.

One day she fakes and then she s gone again,
But shell never get a second chance to say nothing serious .