Lyrics
rock, paper, scissors, sittin' on the table in the kitchen, that's all he's got left since she got gone, it goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong, she slipped that ring off her finger, slapped that ink on a goodbye note, she cut his face outta every picture, lost his last name but won the game of, rock, paper, scissors, bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted, he's blowing up her phone but it ain't gonna change a thing, 'cause there ain't gonna be no best two out of three, she slipped that ring off her finger, slapped that ink on a goodbye note, she cut his face outta every picture, lost his last name but won the game of, when she found him passed out on couch, with lipstick on his cheek, there was nothing left but take a breath, and one, two, three, she slipped that ring off her finger, slapped that ink on a goodbye note, she cut his face outta every picture, lost his last name but won the game of, rock, paper, scissors, sittin' on the table in the kitchen, yeah
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Artist: strait, george