| Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill | |
| I said I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill | |
| And what's a game of chance to you is one of real skill | |
| So glad to meet you Angeles | |
| Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made | |
| Go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade | |
| You add up all the cards left to play to zero | |
| And sign up with evil Angeles | |
| Don't start me trying now | |
| Oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh, oh | |
| 'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles | |
| I could make you satisfied in everything you do | |
| All your secret wishes could right now be coming true | |
| And be forever with my poison arms around you | |
| No one's gonna fool around with us | |
| No one's gonna fool around with us | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us | |
| And I'm so glad to meet you Angeles | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us... | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us | |
| And no one's gonna fool around with us |