Lyrics:
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
love,
ya messin with this joker but you need a king,
cause he'll club anybody tryna jack his queen,
ima call a spade a spade from the start,
he gave you
pretty eyes, but I know you're wrong
And don't call it a spade if it isn't a spade
And go lie on the floor if you want
The first bit of advice that you
what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
pretty eyes, but i know you're wrong
And don't call it a spade if it isn't a spade
And go lie on the floor if you want
The first bit of advice that
pretty eyes, but I know you're wrong
And don't call it a spade if it isn't a spade
And go lie on the floor if you want
The first bit of advice that you
Big crib out west, full house
Ace of Spades, King of Diamonds, full house
Bet big out in Vegas, full house
Bunch of white girls getting faded, this
a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Mark the place where I will lay
There is one kind favor I ask of you
(featured in the film Midnight Cowboy)
Written by Warren Zevon, c. 1970 United Artists, c. 1996 EMI Capital Music Special Markets
It wasn't
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
got it or I don't
Niggas tryna get a front get the fuck off my phone
I remember I was down and I couldn't get a loan
Now I popping ace of spades wearing
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin', I
spade or da rosea ya put it on my tab
Redbull & hit note ya put it on my tab [x4]
[Verse 1: Sammie]
I pull up to the club now it's time to get turned up
the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are
the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
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