Ace In the Hole - Saint Motel

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She's got style she's got grace,
An appetite for expensive taste,
They made the angels in her mold,
Feels at home in a centerfold.

Don't try lines and don't try jokes,
She eats up men like Hall & Oates,
There's no tricks that you can try,
There's no gifts money can buy.

Put your hands up,
Before she turns and walks away.
This is your one shot,
Time for your ace in the hole.

Put your quarters in the slot,
Hope and pray for a jackpot,
Better chances with the dice,
Than take her home with you tonight.

She doesn't bother finding love,
There is no man that's good enough,
Lucky sevens come up eights,
Rabbits feet won't help your fate.


Put your hands up,
Before she turns and walks away.
This is your one shot,
Time for your ace in the hole.

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"Saint Motel makes chic and sprightly music with hints of ironic malevolence. On “Voyeur,” the group’s first full-length release, the guitars clang briskly while the vocals ascend from high tenor to outright falsetto. Sometimes, a sample, shout or horn-section riff will enter to bounce an already airborne song even higher.

The band members have a strong sense of style: The way singer-guitarist A/J Jackson and his cohorts inject Caribbean lilts, stomping beats and lounge-jazz licks into giddy power-pop suggests that they’ve carefully studied the Undertones’ brilliant 1981 album, “Positive Touch.” Saint Motel is wise to highlight its cunning arrangements and breathless execution."

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