Lyrics: The Chilton Classic. Handle Your Scandal.

Youa??ve got your ways. The way you move cana??t be explained. Youa??ve got your ways. Nothing to Say. The Lies you told. This game is all over. My cards in I fold, I fold. And now you walk the plank. This is the end of the line, Tonight. Woah! Well I knew right from the start that this was all a gamble (all a gamble). But you had me all (you had me all) all caught up in your scandal. Your poker face hides the lies. I went all in and then you cleaned me out. Youa??ve got your ways. So show some Love you shoot a glance across the room (show some love show some love). But we both know Ia??ve heard your lipservice (your lipservice) a time or two