Ace of Hart
I’m sitting with cards of all colors in my hand and I’ve got the table dancing to my fingers.
Why do I feel so alone if I’m winning?
Your face tells a sad story and I know you are happy with the cards you have, you just always seem to need mine as well.
If I’m the one that started this game,
If I’m the one winning,
Why does it feel like I’m selling my soul?
Is your bluff that good?
It’s not the chips that I want, it’s the girl across the table with my ace of hart.
So I’ll keep on betting till I’m empty,
up to the point where God smiles on me,
placing me on a seat next to you.
I’ll take all your chips and all your cards,
using them to build us a house of green paper,
fit for a king and queen.
All the jack that’s been in your life,
I’ll make it disappear with the flip of my joker.
In so many ways I want you to win,
In so many ways I want you to lift your chin.
Take off your poker face and blow me a kiss
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