Playing Cards and Bullsh-T
Around the table they sit,
cards in hand and talking sh-t.
Sometimes win, and sometimes lose
being together is what we chose.
BS is our pastime,
we love to shoot the bull.
The memories of the old times,
the dreams we have of new.
But soon we all are parted,
time to hit the hay.
We've got to face reality,
and go our separate ways.
We'll get together soon again,
and we'll party all night long.
Playing cards annd bullsh-t
are our favorite songs.
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