Dealing the Croupier Lyrics

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 and cuts the card 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