歌词
Bring it on down then, never lucky anyway. But who needs luck? Here’s to hoping. She can’t find the 20 she put in her wallet. She asked me about it but it’s loaded.
“I didn’t steal your money! I didn’t steal your money!”
She located the bill on the floor of the pickup. I circled my thumbs and I clenched my jaw. ‘Cause see trust is heavy, broken piano. You’d have to pay someone to take it off your hands.
To put it bluntly you make me feel so crummy.
So I’m making a plan. Can I get to the gold mine? I gotta love myself more than I need you near.
I’ve got the resolve and I’ve got the conviction. This is one constructive eviction.