This Ain't A Game

You rolled the dice,

You played your card,

You're looking like some big retard,

Sorry boy, I've got news for you:

You lose, 'cause this ain't a game.

You asked if I would dosey-doe,

I glared at you and then said no.

You asked if I would like a drink,

I told you, "Well, what d'ya' think?"

You just let her sit in the corner.

\You know, I'm not too worried 'bout me,

I'll either find love, or I'' be free,

But gosh, my friends sure are pretty,

And if you can' see that, well that's a pity.

Hey, cowboy, you let me be,

I won't let you gamble for me,

Take your jests back to the city,

You won't find anyone here who has pity,

For a criminals broken heart.

You rolled the dice,

You played your card,

You're looking like some big retard,

Sorry boy, I've got news for you:

You lose, 'cause this ain't a game.