She said to me her father lost her in a card game when she was twelve
The dreadful years to come, an outsider is forbidden to delve
eventually becoming a well skilled conartist
fortunes disappear with a goodbye kiss
Some of the victims chased her for a year or two
Most woke up empty bank, bed and no clue
she lived like this for a few loose decades
The sting of her trick it's cunning trade
She cooled quite a few Johns off considering the cards she was dealt
eventually separating each one from their silver spoon wealth
The odd would saavy call her bluff and destroy the farce
Not able to save themselves often making it worse
She said directly to the sucker's face as he cursed
I won't serve your needs or be your sugar nurse
For the world bursts with those who'd reap and feed
Not fair, just perverse like the labors of your greed
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