Start on E. four, he opens up to counter
Random moves by me, the encounter
Fired after playing on martin Loother I recount sir
However, the one time I won, I still count her
Taking the queen, in a mess of bronze pieces
Got him feeling clean, even though it provoked sneezes
Swear to god I won once, wait make that Jesus
But the reality, we were drunk, and I claimed my thesis
Confuse him in the kitchen, lure with the chicken
In this he was stricken, because my food finger licken
Although my nights he pickin, my pawn on the other side in position
My moves covert in composition, and this loss he claims superstition
Spent many ole nights on the henry sauce
Heating the basement apartment with free electric like a boss
Gas was the price, but it was half the cost
Woodworking delight, no presence of moss
Standard set, I was always doomed to lose
Green grace the tool, that I did use
Try to heighten inebriation, in my attempt to confuse
But on that roll out mat, only defeat I could choose
Confuse him in the kitchen, lure with the chicken
In this he was stricken, because my food finger licken
Although my nights he pickin, my pawn on the other side in position
My moves covert in composition, and this loss he claims superstition
You can deny the hook, but not the wins of many
I credit you the book, of wins two hundred twenty
Possibly if we would look, we could see the pennies
Spent on the beer, if we could convince any
Ole grown a*s man, to accomplish our desires
Play hard as I can, still lose even if he tired
I don't understand, and I am not a liar
I b**t steven at chess twice, but I never retired
Confuse him in the kitchen, lure with the chicken
In this he was stricken, because my food finger licken
Although my nights he pickin, my pawn on the other side in position
My moves covert in composition, and this loss he claims superstition
Separated by hundreds of miles, we lost connection
Random trip once in a while, and now with reflection
I got a new chance to smile, but it be just a section
Of loss of my skills, and the mental disconnection
Manic state acquired, but he moved out of the states
I thought he was tired, but he just wanted some english cake
Jeld Wen since expired, his career into that flat pancake
Returned to the fire, more chances for his ego to inflate
But lost to time, was the clever clean bronze idols
And never to find, a replacement for the marble tile
Small to sight and mind, and it brought me smiles
Now he scared in kind, that I will find it and traverse six thousand miles
Confuse him in the kitchen, lure with the chicken
In this he was stricken, because my food finger licken
Although my nights he pickin, my pawn on the other side in position
My moves covert in composition, and this loss he claims superstition