Russ Viola

Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.
Your feel­ings are writ on your face quite clearly.
I know what it is you hold most dearly.
Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.

Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.
Your eyes speak bet­ter than your mouth ever could.
The desires that smol­der set fire to wet wood.
Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.

Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.
I see your lips purse and I see them pucker.
What do you take me for, some kind of sucker?
The smile you reveal, betrays your next meal.

Don’t ever play poker my curi­ous friend.