They liked to get lost in books
They both enjoyed a good movie
They looked for beauty and looks
They captured them in photography

They both knew deep inside
They were just the same
They both preferred to hide
They are both to blame

She was crazy about his eyes
She, herself, was a catch
They should’ve rolled the dice
They were the perfect match

And now it’s such a shame
Neither was brave enough to try
Blackjack will no longer be the game
And the flame will surely die