| I was so bored with my old life;
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| I was so bored with decent odds
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| My new roommate left her debit card:
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| Some sort of test for me. |
| It’s too hard
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| Try to run an errand. |
| Nervous sweat
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| I rush back home and if I win I’ll give her half (I bet.)
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| Online casinos in the Caymans;
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| Legal disclaimer writ for layman’s
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| I moved back into New Canaan;
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| Babysit my sister’s kids; |
| it’s rainin'
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| They fuss a bit while I put them to bed
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| And grumpy, sitting on the couch, I get it in my head:
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| Take Metro North. |
| A silver candlestick
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| To Aqueduct on LIRR Pick
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| I was so bored with my new life
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| I felt like I new all the odds
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| I bet 'gainst myself I wouldn’t wager
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| My boyfriend’s mother’s mansion (nothing major)
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| I stole the deed one night when she was drunk
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| I drove onto the reservation with it in my trunk
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| Sensors beep the threshold when I crossed it;
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| Thirty thousand marker soon I lost it
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| Baltimore inner harbor (sports) zone:
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| Being courted. |
| He’s talking on his cell phone
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| «let me tell you why I think I love her:
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| She knows you always take the bye week dome home team to cover.»
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| Go up to Pimlico and I choose
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| It’s no fun if it’s fine when you lose
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| I was so tired with all the angles;
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| I was so bored with losin' easy
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| So I gambled on going further a-field
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| So I flew to Sydney and then to Bali and then to Jakarta
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| And called on my step-father's ex-business partner
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| Major Timmy Sastrosatomo
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| And he set me up as a silver smith/batik dabber
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| In a house once owned by the Princes of Mataran
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| And he told me all his trobles
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| We bribed a CFO at Semen Cibinong
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| To get them to buy a 40% stake
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| And we got a 5 million dollar order from Nieman Marcus
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| Which we filled about 10% of
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| But I did sell them my children’s book
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| Which I said was a South Sumatran
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| Folk tale- which went like this:
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| I played cards for seven days straight
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| Was up $ 47 dollars late
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| Evening as the sun went down I saw
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| The ace of diamonds up his sleeve — black velvet on his paw
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| I fold, say goodbye politely
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| They bark, you don’t get off that lightly
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| I dreamed of a casino way up in the hills of Borneo
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| Where I lost with the giant flying squirrels and orange orangutans and great
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| mormon butterflies all day long
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| 'Til the bulldozers turned us into Whole Fruit Fruit Bar sticks and china
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