'I bet it on my life And I bet it all on black Number 75 like The bags we've had to pack We were running for our lives Like the horses at the track And I had something in my eye But maybe it was just the cash Making me cry Just a roll of the dice I couldn't think of a better way To make you fall for a guy Baby Like the edge of dull knife Carving up the day I'm sick of sittin on the sidelines Throwing it all away Trying to call at the right time I ain't got the hand to play Gotta fold like a valentine And you know that's ice made some mistakes Trying to keep in line Like a junkie at night I'll pick you up at the paradise Looking out for a fight My time My times gone I got nothing to live for baby If you leave your money home My type My types cold I'm so hot at the tables baby you don't gotta keep me warm You were right When you told me to fold Oh I should have known 'I bet it on my life I bet it all on black No it won't be like last time You know my lucky streak is back They gave me 75 nights To put the money in the bag I just need a few dimes And I swear that I'll pay you back My time My times gone Baby I got no use for you if you leave your money home Yeah you're my type My types cold I'm so hot at the tables baby you don't gotta keep me warm Got a table for nine At The Tropicana tonight I'll keep you in mind With some American wine I'll be outside your door Like a flickering light I'll be outside your door Like a flickering light My time My times gone I got nothing to live for baby If you leave me all alone Cause you're my ride Take me home I got nothing to live for baby if you leave me all alone I got nothing to live for baby if you leave me all alone Keep you in my mind Keep you in my mind I got nothing to live for baby if you leave me all alone Keep you in my mind Keep you in my mind Keep you in my mind