Even Stevens - The Lucksmiths

I won’t lie

I don’t like you whispering that way

It’s your turn

It’s your turn of phrase that gives you away

The games we play

One to you in the afternoon

And one to me in the evening

Seven years of Scrabble

And we’re even stevens

Come on

Your complaining is getting on my nerves

At least, at last

You’re completely lost for words

Did you forget what you deserve?

One to you in the afternoon

And one to me in the evening

Seven years of Scrabble

And we’re even stevens

I know it’s a consequence

Of clinging to consonants

But P R L N Q F C

Spells trouble to me

Come on…