For you I was a flame, love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game
One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame, love is a losing game
Played out by the band, love is a losing hand
More than I could stand, love is a losing hand
Self-professed, profound, 'til the tips were down
Know you're a gambling man, love is a losing hand
Though I'm rather blind, love is a fair resign
Memories mar my mind, love it is a fair resign
Over a few tiles, and laughter by the docks
And now the final frame, love is a losing game
THE LYRIC FROM : "LOVE IS A LOSING GAME" BY AMY WINEHOUSE

WHAT I'M WEARING
1. SHIRT, W.A.S FROM BANDUNG, 2. INDIAN WARBONET, ANCIENT GREEK FROM JAKARTA, 3. TROUSERS, ZARA