I could shower you with diamonds,
the way I’ve given you my heart,
but the ace of spades can’t save me
from this grave I’ve dug,
for myself,
clubbed over the head like a caveman.

When push comes to shove
and it’s all-in
(get your head out of the gutter),
it doesn’t even matter,
that I’ve tripped up
and flushed it all away.

Don’t fold this hand,
it’s special, it is.
Forget the odds,
I’m going down to the river
with you.