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Fold Once The Bets Get High
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November 2012 When you find a girl that makes you happy,
hold her tight, even after she gets slappy,
take it from a young man who doesn't,
they'll quickly forget you like you're just some second coousin,
she'll always fold once the bets get high,
why stop lying when it's too hard to try,
i'll tell you why, for you i'd go Amish,
if that's what was needed, always be honest,
if you were abolished i'd still find a way,
to fit my fix in at least 60 times each day,
just don't say it was never nothin,
reach into this turkey and rip out my stuffin,
weren't you blushin and doesn't that mean
that it's exactly how it all seems,
to me in my dreams, not when i wake,
each eyelid opening to this horrendous mistake.
