He was a Casanova;
Like a God, he came to show her,
But all he had was frightening,
All he taught was lightning,
So like a storm,
He passed right over.
Cnd over like a dice,
Maybe someday he'll get lucky
And stop rollin' snake eyes.
Cnd don't he deserve it,
Don't he deserve just a piece of the pie?
But if a man ain't livin' on these broken hearts,
Tell me, how is he to survive?
She said, "your heart is dead and cruel.
Through your fingers have slipped many fools,
But this one is gonna stick
Like a thorn, like a knife,
Like a new trick, honey."
Then her skin blew away like leaves,
A flock of aces flew from his sleeve.
Her curves were snakes,
Her breath was drugged,
And in an instant, he fell in love.
He said, "take me," and began to crack.
Her eyes were heart attacks.
One kiss from him to her,
Then she blew him over.
Cnd over like a dice,
But this time, he felt lucky,
Rollin' those snake eyes.
Cnd don't he deserve it,
Don't he deserve everything he's derived?
'Cuz if a man goes livin' for the hunt too long,
Well, he's bound to be eaten alive.