
I take a deep breath and sit down in my chair
Surrounded by men who judge me and stare
Who is this young girl with her leather and red lips
I smile and play with the colourful clay chips
The dealer says welcome and shuffles the deck
What will each person do? Fold, limp, raise or check?
It’s a long night ahead sat here at the felt
Anticipating what cards are next to be dealt
The game carries on, every hand a step closer
Other players keep thinking I want to expose her
They fold when I’m bluffing and call when I’m not
She’s so lucky, this girl is just running so hot
There’s two of us left, the cards are dealt to each stack
I look down at the plastic painted red, white and black
Composing myself to not give anything away
I look down at two aces, it’s now time to play
My opponent makes it easy and calls out all in
I push in my chips paired with my mischievous grin
He looks nervous and let’s out a defeated sigh
The board is run out, all he has is King high
Little do they know what I’ve been through to get here
Every loss and every lesson has taught me, have no fear
They thought I couldn’t do it, a woman in a mans game
Well let me show you, trust me, you’ll remember my name



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