Walk by yourself, I've offered you my hand in friendship
You live alone; don't want to see in my house
You never contend, but you get your seat at ringside
You say you're self-made; least you're taking the blame

You used to take a chance, I remember
You used to roll the bones, seems like a long time ago
When the chips were down, you left me
At the rendezvous, I was on my own
 [bad word] 
Excuse me if I make you nervous
But I could never put my [bad word] in a visionary
Phone's dead when you call room service
You're a troublemaker, you're a mercenary
Don't wear no black dress
But you're a widow maker
You want the money

Better see your soul, now you're reaping a sore harvest
When the horn sounds, your house it's gonna be Jericho
In the superbowl, your quarterback is broken
When the day [bad word]  see me laughing
 [bad word] 
You make me n,n,n,n,nervous
Walk by yourself, I've offered you my hand in friendship
You live alone; don't want to see in my house
You never contend, but you get your seat at ringside
You say you're self-made; at least you're taking the blame