Saint Motel - Ace In The Hole

She's got style
she's got grace
An appetite for
expensive taste
They made the angels
in her mold
Feels at home in a centerfold
Don't try lines and
don't try jokes
She eats up men like
Hall and Oates
There's no tricks that
you can try
There's no gifts money
can buy
Put your hands up
Before she turns and
walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Put your hands up
Before she turns and
walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Time for your ace in the hole
Put your quarters in the slot
Hope and pray for a jackpot
Better chances with the dice
Than take her home
with you tonight
She doesn't bother
finding love
There is no man
that's good enough
Lucky sevens come up eights
Rabbits feet won't
help your fate
Put your hands up
Before she turns and
walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Put your hands up
Before she turns and
walks away
This is your one shot
Time for your ace in the hole
Time for your ace in the hole