What the hell you doin' here lyin' in my bed.
You had best pick-up and go, before I bust your head.
What's this line your feedin' me, you still love me true.
Don't start cryin', just hit the road,
'cause baby we are through.

You went of to find Joe Cool, ridin' in the breeze.
All you found was a fairy tale, now, your runnin' back to me,
No Dice.

Saw you just last Saturday in a Cadillac.
Waved at you, you looked ahead, no time for lookin' back.
I don't want you now or evermore,
so pack your gear and go.
Don't say a word, just hit the door and let your river flow.

You went of to find Joe Cool, ridin' in the breeze.
All you found was a fairy tale, now, your runnin' back to me,
No Dice.

All your life you wanted more, no matter how it came.
In your dreams, all you dream about is luxury and fame.
You went of to find Joe Cool, ridin' in the breeze.
All you found was a fairy tale, now,
your runnin' back to me,
No Dice.

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