And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many facesThe mask I wear is one.
Well, those who speak know nothing And find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lost.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heart.