Well I bet my money on the favorite horse
And I lost that race and I wanted to get out
But then I put my money on the longshot horse
And she won but then I handed it back

And so I set my chips on the color red
And she spun that wheel and it came up black
And then I put my chips on number twenty-two red
And it won, until I gave it all back

She makes it rough, she makes it harder
She tried to call my bluff now she’s hung up like a martyr

Well I don’t know why but every time I try
To sneak a peak in the womb of a new idea
There’s always someone who says that it can never be done
They try to block my view from seeing what I could do

But now I’m starting to see the possibilities 
Today in so many new ways
So I gotta tell you, you better get out of my way
‘Cause I gotta do exactly what I gotta do

She makes it rough, she makes it harder
She tried to call my bluff now she’s hung up like a martyr

She makes it rough, she makes it harder
She tried to call my bluff now she’s hung up like a, hung up like a, hung up like a martyr