text:  You said you was out with the boys, but I can't understand. You come back with lipstick all smeared on your hand. Whatever game you was playing, it wasn't with no man. Because blackjack or poker don't stay in your hand. You come in in a spin, all full of your gin. And it's no need of me asking you, Daddy, where you been? You got your lipstick and gin, and you are all in a spin. You must have gotten it around.