Your name
Snowballed once inside my brain
And was gone –
(I don't know the Russian for 'one' or 'two'
But for a minute I knew the Russian for you)
So go spend my winnings on the days you've lost,
Your blind-eyed perfect smile is worth the cost,
Good fortune means more to me than luck
But don't sit so close, love,
My poker face is ******
(You were so good,
Your taste went on for days as no taste should)
One day soon I'll recall your name,
Where I'm from
All the snow melts in the rain
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Your name
Snowballed once inside my brain
And was gone –
(I don't know the Russian for 'one' or 'two'
But for a minute I knew the Russian for you)
So go spend my winnings on the days you've lost,
Your blind-eyed perfect smile is worth the cost,
Good fortune means more to me than luck
But don't sit so close, love,
My poker face is ******
(You were so good,
Your taste went on for days as no taste should)
One day soon I'll recall your name,
Where I'm from
All the snow melts in the rain
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