This hourglass would enter the casino den
and the smokey air wears a different scent.
Everyone else could breath in oxygen
but I was high on something else.
Believe me when I say it wasn't my tenth
shot of spirit...whatever the substance was,
it froze my time at that very moment.
It would be a lost gamble if,
when she sat overlooking a cocktail,
I slid out her ice and licked it,
then flipped it back to her whisky.
Well, you may blame that on rolling buzz,
because I still rolled the dice and game was won.
She found the scar on my chest
and I found the tattoo on her neck.
And out of the rest of all we became,
history was made.
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