Nothin’ I Love John Hiatt

I play some poker on Friday night
But I'm always holding my cards too tight
I got a tell, it's my twitchy eye
They take my money and it makes me cry

(Chorus)
Oh, nothing I love
Oh, nothing I love
Nothing I love
Is good for me, but you

Well I'm smoking cigars, baby, one, two three
'Till they don't even taste good to me
I drink too much, I take too many pills
Ain't too long before my mind gets ill

(Chorus)
Oh, nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
Good for me, but you

Well I keep a slink slack slidin' down a slippery slope
I get my kicks till I just can't cope
My friends start thinking that I'm just too soft
But this ain't the kind of the thing you can just sleep off