Cool cut boy playing with fire
Of this game, I shall never tire
Wears all black, exhales slow
Who I am, he’ll never know
Toothy grins bearing weight
Showing up a minute late
Take a seat, the show will start
Everyone plays their part
Pretend I don’t know his gaze
Looking in all sorts of ways
Let him wonder, let him stare
I know I never could play fair
Building up this patient passion
Wondering at this awkward fashion
Cards are dealt, all bets are in
I promise boy, that I shall win
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