Roulette

(One, two)
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 The college years were lean, well
 Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
 ♪
 And if I stay much longer
 My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now
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 A Motorola coma
 Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
 ♪
 At the dormitory
 You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 A pair of dirty jeans, well
 You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good
 ♪
 Laying on your mattress
 A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now
 ♪
 Hall & Oates were singing
 The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
 ♪
 And elevator's closing
 Hard to hide when love is so exposing
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 When I drove her to Villanova
 Light me up when you decide
 The stark aroma of your Tacoma
 A tiny box where we reside
 A battle tested, a life invested
 Duly noted and denied
 A fully loaded, space encoded
 ♪
 A quiet night out in the sky
 Your stack of lies was daunting
 A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now
 ♪
 A talking psycho killer
 Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
 ♪
 Conspiracy's a theory
 I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah
 ♪
 She act like Marlon Brando
 Born online inside the San Fernando
 
 (One, two)
 ♪
 The college years were lean, well
 Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
 ♪
 And if I stay much longer
 My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now
 ♪
 A Motorola coma
 Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
 ♪
 At the dormitory
 You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 A pair of dirty jeans, well
 You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good
 ♪
 Laying on your mattress
 A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now
 ♪
 Hall & Oates were singing
 The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
 ♪
 And elevator's closing
 Hard to hide when love is so exposing
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 When I drove her to Villanova
 Light me up when you decide
 The stark aroma of your Tacoma
 A tiny box where we reside
 A battle tested, a life invested
 Duly noted and denied
 A fully loaded, space encoded
 ♪
 A quiet night out in the sky
 Your stack of lies was daunting
 A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now
 ♪
 A talking psycho killer
 Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
 ♪
 Conspiracy's a theory
 I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah
 ♪
 She act like Marlon Brando
 Born online inside the San Fernando
 
 (One, two)
 ♪
 The college years were lean, well
 Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
 ♪
 And if I stay much longer
 My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now
 ♪
 A Motorola coma
 Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
 ♪
 At the dormitory
 You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 A pair of dirty jeans, well
 You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good
 ♪
 Laying on your mattress
 A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now
 ♪
 Hall & Oates were singing
 The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
 ♪
 And elevator's closing
 Hard to hide when love is so exposing
 
 And I feel your face getting wet
 Like the color red of roulette
 And I place my losing bet
 On your side
 And I see your eyes of regret
 But you gave as good as you get
 Like a Massachusetts threat
 Running wild
 ♪
 When I drove her to Villanova
 Light me up when you decide
 The stark aroma of your Tacoma
 A tiny box where we reside
 A battle tested, a life invested
 Duly noted and denied
 A fully loaded, space encoded
 ♪
 A quiet night out in the sky
 Your stack of lies was daunting
 A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now
 ♪
 A talking psycho killer
 Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
 ♪
 Conspiracy's a theory
 I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah
 ♪
 She act like Marlon Brando
 Born online inside the San Fernando