Lovers Are Like a Pack of Cards
Lovers are like money, always changing going from
hands to hands.
Lovers are like a pack of cards, they picked here
they chose there.
The Aces, Jacks. The Kings and Queens they threw
away, the Jokers! they gave their hands.
The Jokers they pressed firmly to their heart.
The Jokers! they gamble their blood.
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