Lyrics
Late night she finds love, on a machine with flashing lights
A sour as the lemons that spin before her eyes
She tries, but she can't hesitate to play on through the night
Because she can't leave empty handed
She ain't got no man to interlock her hands with
It's such a sad world for not a a bad girl
She spins her coins away only wishing that she'd stay
Not to pay the price of it all
The price of it all
She's been drinking it for hours overpowered lemons sours
On the heat of her breath resurrects
A singable syllable eligible for the one who stands between
The queen and her machine is the her
Means to an end or lending to her tendencies
Tentative dependencies, exclaim the pain the purse gets drained
And her pockets all remain the same, with sterling change
She can't leave empty handed
She ain't got no man to interlock her hands with
It's such a sad world for not a a bad girl
As she spins her coins away only wishing that she'd stay
Not to pay the price of it all
The price of it all
There's two sides to every coin
Where one side leaves and the other joins
On one side there's an old face turn it over to a new place
There's always a new tale to tell
There's always a new tale to tell
As they walk out the door hand in hand
She said sorry we didn't win anything, it didn't quite go to plan
He gave her hand a tight squeeze and said I don't understand
How long I have lived on this land
If this ain't winning, I don't wanna be winning man
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