Casino Night - outside hire, Kenny

I was wrong

To think that I

Had this figured out

And I, I, I

Was wrong

To spin the die

On you

If you wanna see me, then say it

I’ll be your baby

Book me for a weekend, or winter

I’ll quit complaining

I’ll bring my snow pants

If you wanna bet on it, baby

Then put your funds up!

Funny how you fumble the bag

And still play the coin slots

Front me, out of pocket

«It's business»

I’ll get to pissing off

It’s casino night!

Why you still filming me?

Why you still filming me?

Why you still filming me?

Why, why, why you still filming me?

Turn it off!