Cards Lyrics

(Music and Lyrics by Duncan Sheik)

Magnificent.
Impressive.
So thick, and yet so light.
The lettering; Romalian.
The stock; it's eggshell white.
Don't take chances in the game.
It matters what you've drawn.
The question's not what's in a name, but what it's printed on.

(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's fucking hard.
Oh baby baby, this can't be right
How I love your surfaces, How I love your type.

The impression that you make
-He thinks that I'm a fake.
Is always in your hand.
-Does he know who I am?
Either Constantia
-Says nice to see ya.
Or Comic Sans!
-But doesn't shake my hand.

In the corporate coliseum,
-Everyone that he meets.
The crowd calls for a showmate.
-They want to get to know him.
My font
-Is Cufla
Imperial!
-Nice material.
Yours Times New Roman
-I ain't no Willy Loman.

(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, it's really not that hard.
You'll find that when you get it right, a deal's made with a card.
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's fucking hard.

Oh baby baby, I'll concede the game.
You played your hand well today, but soon you'll know my name...