Queen of Hearts
She was a queen of hearts
and I was her playing card.
She played me like
children
out in the yard.
She dusted her cheeks with rouge
then we went out
and filled each other with booze.
Every night was like a dream
and with each passing one it seemed
like she'd finally settle,
settle with me.
But she was a queen of hearts,
and oh, she played me like a card.
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