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On a Monday night I got my five And I don't want to think about my job anymore I'm gonna pay my blinds Fold most of the time I ain't afraid to shoot it out with anyone There's gotta be much more to this game than luck Sunglasses on my hand is strong Gotta smile inside myself So what you got kid I call you out cause I'm all in In a smoke filled room The end is coming soon I'm short stacked with a pair of jacks And it's time to make my move He raised ten I called all in My pair's no match to the straight he had Next Monday I'll be at it again From Letras Mania