Song length: 3:38
She's got style, she's got grace
An appetite for expensive taste
They made the angels in her mold
Feels at home in centerfoldDon't try lines and don't try jokes
She eats up men like Hall & Oates
There's no tricks that you can try
There's no gifts money can buyPut you hands up
Before she turns and walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the holePut you hands up
Before she turns and walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Time for your ace in the holePut your quarters in the slot
Hope and pray for a jack pot
Better chances with the dice
Then take her home with you tonightShe doesn't bother finding love
There's no man that's good enough
Lucky sevens come up eights
Rabbit's feet won't help your casePut you hands up
Before she turns and walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the holePut you hands up
Before she turns and walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Time for you ace in the holeTime for your ace in the hole
Time for your ace in the hole
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Saint Motel Lyric Book
RandomA book that contains lyrics to all the songs by Saint Motel. Includes: ‣Forplay ‣Voyeur ‣My Type ‣Saintmotelevison ➹Due to my Perfectionism I guarantee that the lyrics will be as accurate as possible.