Hustled

When the cards were dealt 
I was distracted it seems 
I got nightmares 
They got dreams 
My hand, it was more
Like a rotten old foot
Their doors were opened 
Mine were all shut
Their cards properly shuffled 
A right royal flush
My bird in the hand
But none in the bush
Their plain poker faces
I thought I could trust
They got blackjack 
But I'm shit or bust
Each one of them 
Had a card up their sleeve
I wore a tank top
Far too naive
When the cards were dealt 
I was distracted it seems
I got nightmares 
They got dreams