Mean and moody,

mysterious and handsome,

so they call you Black Jack,

do you fancy a game ?

 

Chilling as ice,

disinterest in your look,

yet,

I know what you're thinking,

do you fancy some lust ?

 

Think you'll break my heart in two,

in you I can not trust,

yet,

the passion you've stirred in me,

volts running through my brain,

has made me ready,

to play your game.

 

I'll shuffle the pack

and you pick first,

then you can satisfy,

my hunger and thirst.

 

Oh Mr. Mysterious man,

be my ace of spades,

then we can play in to oblivion.

 

The way we feel,

surely we can't go wrong. :(