George Strait - Rock Paper Scissors

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

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, oh yeah

Written by:
BUBBA STRAIT, CASEY BEATHARD, MONTY CRISWELL

Publisher:
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