Someone's always coming 'round here, trailing some new kill Says, "I've seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill" What's a game of chance to you? To him, it's one of real skill So glad to meet you, Angeles Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made Go on and lose the gamble, that's the history of the trade Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero? And sign up with evil, Angeles Don't start me trying, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles I could make you satisfied in everything you do All your secret wishes could right now be coming true And be forever with my poison arms around you No one's gonna fool around with us No one's gonna fool around with us So glad to meet you, Angeles