Lyric

He asked me if I’d stay the night

I laughed and said, “The mood ain’t right.”

My heels were high, my dress was gold—

But some truths don’t get bought or sold

I never bet on love again

Too many losses, too few wins

I pour his drink, I play the part

But keep the keys to my own heart

The trumpet flirts, the sax replies

I smile like I believe the lies

But under lashes, cold and black

I hide the roads I won’t go back

He thinks I’m soft, a little wild

But I’ve outlived that younger child

I know the game, I read the signs

And I’ve drawn better closing lines

I never bet on love again

I serve the night, not foolish men

I’ll dance, I’ll laugh, I’ll take your dare

But never leave my heart out there