He said, he said, he said
That I was beautiful.
But that smile was on his face,
So I don't know.

There were two coins laying on the counter this morning.
I took one.
I don't remember,
But I think it was heads.

I have always believed that there was something to it.
That is, gambling:
The way a die falls, tumbles uncontrollably,
Pretending we know how to win.

We had time, I had thought.
But looking at my coin, I saw my faux pas.
Sometimes are lives are left up to fate,
So he said, he said, he said.