Lyrics George Strait – Rock Paper Scissors
Text:
Rock, paper, scissors
Sittin’ on the table in the kitchen
That’s all he’s got left since she got gone
It goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted
He’s blowing up her phone but it ain’t gonna change a thing
‘Cause there ain’t gonna be no best two out of three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
When she found him passed out on couch
With lipstick on his cheek
There was nothing left but take a breath
And one, two, three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Sittin’ on the table in the kitchen
Yeah
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