Looks like
I took a turn for the worse,
I hit a fork in the road
and caught some kinda Voodoo curse.
If you box the ace of spades
you know your luck is going to change,
it's going to change for the worse.
I got the Devil in my doorway
just a leanin' on the bell.
I know he's not going away
'till he's sure imma going to hell.
These February blues
I do detest, they've taken away
my 'happy-go-lucky' and put me under House Arrest.
So you know, if you box the *****
you're liable to play until you empty your purse.
My Muse she flew
out the back door and she's on the run,
screaming over her shoulder
'It ain't a crime to be unhappy but it isn't any fun.
What's it called,
when you know your place?
Keep calm behind those dark glasses
that hide your oh so easy to read.. poker face.
© 2014
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Looks like
I took a turn for the worse,
I hit a fork in the road
and caught some kinda Voodoo curse.
If you box the ace of spades
you know your luck is going to change,
it's going to change for the worse.
I got the Devil in my doorway
just a leanin' on the bell.
I know he's not going away
'till he's sure imma going to hell.
These February blues
I do detest, they've taken away
my 'happy-go-lucky' and put me under House Arrest.
So you know, if you box the *****
you're liable to play until you empty your purse.
My Muse she flew
out the back door and she's on the run,
screaming over her shoulder
'It ain't a crime to be unhappy but it isn't any fun.
What's it called,
when you know your place?
Keep calm behind those dark glasses
that hide your oh so easy to read.. poker face.
© 2014
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