I'll pitch a penny for your thoughts
Your brand new head in the same old game
And the other ninety nine to figure out what's going through mine
This week's awkward headline
I've got a sick, sick feeling
You'll bet on me and lose
So put your money where your mouth is
Your green goes so well with my blues
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting I'll have my third X by the weekend
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting all on red
Every shot's in the dark when you shoot blind and from the hip
I couldn't hit that target if you painted it right on your lips
Every shot's in the dark when you shoot blind and from the hip
I couldn't hit that target if you painted it right on your lips
I've got a sick, sick feeling you'll bet on me and lose
So put your money where your mouth is, your green goes so well with my blues
I've got a sick, sick feeling you'll bet on me and lose
So put your money where your mouth is, your green goes so well with my blues
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting I'll have my third X by the weekend
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting all on red
All on red
All on red
You lie because you have to
I lie because I can
No matter what I do
In the end I always lose
You lie because you have to (shoot me in the dark)
I lie because I can (keep me on your hip)
Oh it's just what we do (I'm an easy target)
Your green goes so well with my blues (paint me on your lips)
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting I'll have my third X by the weekend
I'm playing tic tac toe in pen
And at this rate I'm betting all on red
All on red
You lie because you have to
I lie because I can
No matter what I do
In the end I always lose
You lie because you have to (shoot me in the dark)
I lie because I can (keep me on your hip)
Oh it's just what we do
All on red
All on red
