Her voice is so sweet, but her words cut like knives A roll of the dice, she has 29 sides Likes to play games when the odds are unfair Likes to burn lungs with her cigarette air Came to Sunday mass just to pilfer the alms Pocket full of prayers, glass of wine, and she's gone Swift her slight of hand, and well hidden her tells Dagger in your back, might've done it yourself But I see blues skies when it's pouring rain It's just how I am And in games of love I don't care to cheat I'm a gambling man Even bright red flags I don't see them well And my white flag don't wave I'm still calling her name from this shallow grave Never called it love, but she did hold my hand To pull me into trouble and shit I can't stand Once blew me a kiss but it flew overhead Flashed her winning smile, said that's all you get dear But I see blues skies when it's pouring rain It's just how I am And in games of love I don't care to cheat I'm a gambling man Even bright red flags I don't see them well And my white flag don't wave I'm still calling her name from this shallow grave