Dealing The Croupier

I'm waiting in the wings of a viral click
Where my only prop is a cigarette and the words in my mind
I'm growling out the lines like Alphaville
And wondering if poets still take pills to make their words rhyme
Let's call it a payment in kind while I work on your mind

I'm not Donny Hathaway I've lost my soul to luck
It's not just your face that says you can't dance
You flex like a Moscow mule
Your sorrow's an unhinged Salome
I'm dealing the croupier and boxing the cards

She can smile with Mona Lisa's charms
A lost embrace in Milo's arms a suffering muse
She's the final call from a glass of gin
A guilty glance and a naughty grin smoking for two
As she tries on her mistress' shoes I can't have love in your mind

I'm not Donny Hathaway I've lost my soul to luck
It's not just your face that says you can't dance
You flex like a Moscow mule
Your sorrow's an unhinged Salome
I'm dealing the croupier and boxing the cards



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Hilton
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