These are not friendly smiles Upon the faces of the girls I pass When they know very well How my heart could splinter And my love be lead astray by their deceitful charms As I approach the girl With a chip in my pocket A pair of dice that never turn The half grin of a loser's smile sits uncomfortably on my face And I wait for her to break Never gamble with my luck Just hoping for the chance To prove she is the one; My true desire Until she can spare A moment's grace That both of us know Could be the one To really break the bank