Lyrics:

Well, no more slipping and dodging around with you**lf**No more slipping and dodging around with you**lf**If you want to be my baby, you know what you have to do**lf****lf**Life is like a card game, always take a chance**lf**Life is like a card game, always take a chance**lf**Well, there''s no money, honey it ain''t no romance**lf****lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**Well, when you''re around me, baby gotta treat me fair**lf****lf**Well, look-a here woman, and tell me what you going to do**lf**Now, look-a here woman, and tell me what you going to do**lf**I''m a-getting sick and tired of worrying over you**lf****lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**Well, when you''re around me, baby gotta treat me fair**lf****lf**No one to love me, no one to call my own**lf**Well, no one to love me, no one to call my own**lf**From now on darling, it seems I''m gonna leave you alone**lf****lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**You gotta pack fair and square, baby don''t try to give me the air**lf**Well, when you''re around me, baby gotta treat me fair