Ante Up

That four letter word that she covets the most,
I polished my shoes, got ready to host.
Said she's been thinking about me and her,
dreams about having our own baby girl.


Yet how could I tell her, my mind started stewing.
Spent all my time gambling, most of it losing.
Bookies dance all over town, my picture in pocket,
trying my best to find some way to stop it.


She goes to boutiques, tries on wedding gowns,
The bookie had found me, split open my crown.
She takes off her locket, climbs into the tub.
Inscribed on it those four letters: love, love.