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He's a man of little honor

Pulling signs off people's yards

Yeah, he's no stranger to strange affairs

And blissful disregard

Has no shame in taking gold from

Anyone who stands a chance

It's a rat race to the finish

He will get what he demands

Poker nights, bring your own beer

Roll the good times, when he's out there

Mid July, past the curfew

Is when I don't mind, where I'm bound to

He hasn't gotten lucky

In a longer time than most

But I swear he doesn't mind it

He just likes something of his own

And I kinda get the feeling

That he's pissed we look alike

'Cause he doesn't need or want more than a single acolyte

Poker nights, bring your own beer

Roll the good times, when he's out there

Mid July, past the curfew

Is when I don't mind, where I'm bound to

The cycle will continue on

Learn to keep the curtains drawn

'Cause no one's gonna tell the truth

She'll never know life after you

Take your case and folding chair

Hurry and get outta here

We're waiting till you leave to start the show

Poker nights, bring your own beer

Its a good night, when you're not there

Mid July, past the curfew

She will love me, I'll forget you