I must have called a thousand times to tell you: ...

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?

 First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong

 Wrap your wings around my body

 And now I don't understand it
You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth

 Los chce ze mną grać w pokera,
raz mi daje raz zabiera

 In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart

 Don't give it up
I want to keep us compromising

 How about a round of applause?
Standing ovation?

 Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
I love cheap thrills

 All my life I've been good, but now
I am thinking what the hell