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It's the night of the poker tournament
Ten thousand dollar buy in to compete
I walk thru the front door and register to enter
I'm given my table number and take a seat

Men aren't complicated
They have a one track mind
Once you understand them
You'll read them every time

They believe they have free will
Instead they do what I instill
It's like I'm Inside their head
Men do what I think

I make it to the last table, I get dealt pocket fives
The dealer flops a pair of kings and a three
Chip leader pushes twenty thousand into the pot
One at a time everyone folds, leaving only me

Men aren't complicated
They have a one track mind
Once you understand them
You'll read them every time

They believe they have free will
Instead they do what I instill
It's like I'm Inside their head
Men do what I think

I call his bet, dealer flips the turn, it's a deuce
Bettor plays with his chips, then tosses ten k into the pot
I look him dead in the eye, he looks away from me
His fingers tap the felt, I say I'm all in
He looks at me, I stare back, He says I'm out
He throws his cards face up--- jack and seven.

Men aren't complicated
They have a one track mind
Once you understand them
You'll read them every time

They believe they have free will
Instead they do what I instill
It's like I'm Inside their head
Men do what I think