And fortune, put on your make-up
Tonight I will win you over
Tomorrow I'll make love to you
For a poker player who courts his cards
With a pair of queens will win the hand
And when one kisses the dice he rolls
Luck will fuck him where he stands
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| Smile, serendipity And fortune, put on your make-up Tonight I will win you over Tomorrow I'll make love to you For a poker player who courts his cards With a pair of queens will win the hand And when one kisses the dice he rolls Luck will fuck him where he stands |
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