Nickels and Dimes - Prism

Have mercy on a poor boy’s soul

And please don’t be too unkind

I live my life on the edge of a knife

Now I’m leavin' it all behind

Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes

Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes

I got me a three-piece suit

Set out on the make

Now I serenade those rich old maids

Like a sweet-talkin', two legged snake

I turned on my boyscout smile

I stood up and gave her my seat

Winked my eye and unzipped my fly

And later we went up to her penthouse suite

Every eye in the casino

Is on the woman at the roulette wheel

She was thirty-eight, a little over weight

In her purse lay her charm and appeal

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