Poker or poke her, it came down to this
What's more important I'm sure being dissed
Friday night poker has got in the way
Of bonding and loving my woman Renee.

We argued for hours about playing those cards
She done broke my mirror, it now lays in shards
It's all for the boys they expect me to play
but I really should be bonding with my lovely Renee.

I came home last weekend, three sheets to the wind
I slept it off all day and went out again
Her efforts to stop me just turned to delay
As I sneered in the face of my lovely Renee.

She hid all my boots to prevent my escape
I found my old sneakers behind some old drapes
I snuck out the window and much to my dismay
My truck had four flats from my dear dear Renee.

I hitched a ride, from my buddy named Chuck
I left the game early because of bad luck
It was time to make up in a sweet loving way
to my dear lovely woman, my precious Renee.

I bought her some flowers and candy she likes
Her clothes were all gone and so was her bike
She left me a note as it started to say
Games over my dear, signed your ignored Renee.