Rock Paper Scissors - George Strait

Rock, paper, scissors

Sittin' on the table in the kitchen

That’s all he’s got left since she got gone

It goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong

She slipped that ring off her finger

Slapped that ink on a goodbye note

She cut his face outta every picture

Lost his last name but won the game of

Rock, paper, scissors

Bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted

He’s blowing up her phone but it ain’t gonna change a thing

'Cause there ain’t gonna be no best two out of three

She slipped that ring off her finger

Slapped that ink on a goodbye note

She cut his face outta every picture

Lost his last name but won the game of

When she found him passed out on couch

With lipstick on his cheek

There was nothing left but take a breath

And one, two, three

She slipped that ring off her finger

Slapped that ink on a goodbye note

She cut his face outta every picture

Lost his last name but won the game of

Rock, paper, scissors

Sittin' on the table in the kitchen

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