Про гендерное неравноправие при закупке бухла. Ой, извините, алкоголя.

I don’t wanna talk
about things we’ve gone through;
though it’s hurting me,
now it’s history.
I’ve played all my cards,
and that’s what you’ve done too;
nothing more to say,
no more ace to play.

The winner takes it all,
the loser standing small
beside the victory.
That’s her destiny.

I was in your arms,
thinking I belonged there;
I figured it made sense
building me a fence,
building me a home,
thinking I’d be strong there;
but I was a fool
playing by the rules.

The gods may throw a dice
– their minds as cold as ice –
and someone way down here
loses someone dear.
The winner takes it all,
the loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain,
why should I complain?

But tell me, does she kiss
like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
when she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside,
you must know I miss you;
but what can I say?,
rules must be obeyed.

The judges will decide,
the likes of me abide –
spectators of the show
always staying low.
The game is on again;
a lover or a friend,
a big thing or a small –
the winner takes it all.

I don’t wanna talk
if it makes you feel sad;
and I understand
you’ve come to shake my hand.
I apologize
if it makes you feel bad
seeing me so tense,
no self-confidence;
but you see,
the winner takes it all,
the winner takes it all.

So, the winner takes it all,
and then the loser has to fall.
Throw a dice, cold as ice.
Way down here, someone dear.
Takes it all, has to fall.
It seems plain to me.

может ваша пара настолько очаровательна, что людям просто приятно на вас посмотреть?))) всем пофиг, кто и что покупает. вон парни парочками с вином на кассе никого же не смущают)

не про гендерное, а про половое!!

С твоей женой просто хотят выпить =)