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
Lets call it a payment in kind
While I work on your mind

I'm not Donny Hathaway
I've lost my soul to luck
Its 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 in a glass of gin
A guilty glance and a naughty grin
Smoking for two
As she tries on her mistress' shoes
I can't have love in your mind

I'm not Donny Hathaway
I've lost my soul to luck
Its 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

I'm not Donny Hathaway
I've lost my soul to luck
Its 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

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Writer(s): Colin Hilton