[bad word] late in my hit at my coffee table
Then [bad word] out of gas
I heard the count but ended up in the middle of nowhere
And someone stole all my cash
Guess, guess
Oh what a tango way by wave
I've got no tricks that left on my sleeves
I've tossed my head into the rain

Refrain: 
I've got it bad
You've got it even worse now
Let's put our heads together
And reverse the curse

I've dressed up but slip into the muddy water
The stages just ain't going right
Bottom vices always need be strict to crisis
That's my so called life, life, life
Oh what a tango way by wave
I've got no tricks that left on my sleeves
I've tossed my head to the rain

Refrain

I'm all out of lock 
Or [bad word] out of me 
I'm all, all screwed up 
But there's no place I rather be 

Refrain

Oh, I've got it good (I've got it good now)
You've even got it better
Baby, we put our heads together
And reverse the curse
Yes, we reverse the curse
So, my so called life