Mean and moody,

myterious and handsome,

so they call you Black Jack,

do you fancy a game ?

 

Cool as a cucumber,

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,

electricity running through my veins,

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 Black Jack,

all night long,

the way we feel,

surely we can't go wrong !