[Verse 1]
Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill
Says, "I've seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill."
What's a game of chance to you
To him is one of real skill

So glad to meet you, Angeles

[Verse 2]
Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
Go on, lose the gamble
That's the history of the trade
Well did you add up all the cards left to play
To zero

And sign up with evil, Angeles?

Don't start me trying now
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles

[Verse 3]
I could make you satisfied in everything you do
All your secret wishes could right now be coming true
And be forever with my broken arms around you
No one's gonna fool around with us
No one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you, Angeles