Anny Celsi
CAN’T WIN EM ALL



I think I saw him first at the table by the door
And he seemed so unrehearsed – just the type that I go for
Spilled coffee on his shirt
Well that’s the way I flirt
And nobody gets hurt
Oh, where you gonna land – you can’t win ‘em all
Into his hands I plan to fall
I’ll take that chance – I’ll make that call
I understand
You can’t win ‘em all
His place was kinda sweet in a boho sort of way
Just a mattress and a sheet and martinis on a tray
And the day was kind of cold
The night was colder still
A girl can get a chill
Oh, where you gonna land – you can’t win ‘em all
Into his hands I plan to fall
I’ll take that chance – I’ll make that call
I understand
You can’t win ‘em all
But there’s something about those boys in black
They buy their ticket, then they want their money back
I shoulda seen the writing on the wall
You hear one bass solo, you’ve pretty much heard them all
And that’s all there is to say as far as he’s concerned
I spill coffee every day, sometimes I get burned
But with tips I do okay
And that’s the way I cope
A girl can always hope
Oh, where you gonna land – you can’t win ‘em all
Into his hands I plan to fall
I’ll take that chance – I’ll make that call
I understand
You can’t win ‘em all