Do I put my cards on the table?
Or would you prefer that magic fable
That hides its paragraph disgrace
In sentences disabled...
Dare I spread this two pair now
And show you bare
The things I shroud.
Or do I up the ante -
Joking... smiles...
That give my cards potential
To your clueless eyes
All the while...
Cloud your vision...
This poker smoke
That paints me vague
And makes you choke
On your own imagination...
Yeah, after all, for tonight
My limits are only defined
By how badly you want that sensation...
Yeah...
Maybe I should hide my hand...
Two cards down
And you'll deal me up
A mystery stare.
As if dying to know what I held.
Did I bluff?
Did I fuck you so much?
Maybe I did...
But what do you care?
This ride was much more enticing
Knowing I played you these cards blind...