You think you're playing your cards right?
You can't believe you've grown so tight?
She's so hard to please;
Even down on your knees,
You can beg, "Baby, please,"
But you'll just make a scene.
You can give her your time
But she'll turn on a dime.
What's your story? Here's mine:
She's got a social disease.
'Cause that woman's made a fool of me
For the last time;
I'm no fool.
That devil's kept me up all night
For the last time,
Hallelujah!
And when I look into her eyes,
Ice cold and blue as autumn skies,
I feel so much regret
For what's not happened yet;
In fact, step back because she's mine.
Open your eyes
And avoid the surprise
Before she f**s with your head
And a part of you dies;
I know.
You'll be feeling my pain
And I'll tell you again
And again and again and again:
You better run while you can.
'Cause that woman's made a fool of me
For the last time;
I'm no fool.
That devil's kept me up all night
For the last time,
Hallelujah!
'Cause that woman's made a fool of me
For the last time;
I'm no fool.
That devil's kept me up all night
For the last time,
Well, hallelujah!