44. Poker Face – Lady Gaga 2008
Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (she's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (she's got me like nobody) What’s the deal with old, entitled white males? Don’t bother answering that. I know the answer. They’re stuck in a very personally convenient time warp and they’re expecting the rest of society to join them there. I’ve recently taken up social poker. This is a game that I played on a regular basis in my early thirties, and I was pretty good at it too. Youngish males would join the table full of bravado and think they could bully me out of a hand by betting big, using their bulky and/or fit physiques to try to intimidate me, and telling me how I should play my cards, even advising “You had no business being in that hand” after I’d relieved them of their chips...