You run your fingers over fingers over velvet

He runs his talons through his hair

Blade under sleeve and sleeve and

The thought alone has you stifling with sweat

He takes the pot and thanks the chair

You’re bent like a low card

You dance across the house floor

A high roller

Charmer of pockets, he does more because

Now the scene shifts from floor to room to bed

And you’ll run your fingers through his hair

He’s velvet hair, velvet and

You wonder how many times he’s been scarred by bullets

His calling card says Thief of Heartz

The roses he left on the nightstand are Jack Rabbit’s red

Cheat this one night stand if you can

You’re bent like a low card

A lay-figure for the game

A high roller

For a phantom with famous names

Bastard son on closet floor

Father’s death on my account

Or ripped up on a high amount

Mother’s tears drip, fill your eyes of a knife

Somebody call the midwife

You’re bent like a low card

You’re left here with such a shame

A high roller

You distract and spare him the pain

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Here are some lyrics I wrote a while ago about a woman who is simultaneously charmed and robbed through the tactics used by a card cheat. Unbeknownst to our charmer, the woman is pregnant and carrying the bastard child of his nemesis, the greedy owner of the casino. The poor woman suffers a horrible death as she delivers the baby herself. Meanwhile, the father hunts down our card cheat, the phantom-like Thief of Heartz.