Roll the dice and move along the board,
Get 200 for passing 鈥淕o鈥,
Take a chance, 鈥淕o straight to Jail鈥,
Need a double on your next throw. Pay at the door; get a stamp on your hand,
Feel the music, the race of your pulse,
Strobe lights create such an atmosphere,
Until your body starts to convulse.听 A hand of hold 鈥榚m, a coin in the slot,
Blinkers to cut out the spouse,
Lose your estate on a sad twist of fate,
Then break the news to your own full house. Sneak your hand under the covers,
Gripping it firmly and tightly,
Eyes rolled in the back in your head,
As you lay thinking of Keira Knightley. Healthy debate, the key to success,
A marriage filled with giggles and flirts,
Except when the drinking cap goes on,
Her lip is bleeding鈥 And your hand hurts. |
