Ante Up
Secrets stowed for all our safekeeping Even when luck's a bitch you can be sure that it's his He quit smoking like he said You just smell his smokeshow Ante up, take a gulp You can't always run from risk He loans you his coat He looks you in the eye Auburn flashing red A jawline for miles It's so big on you He's 6'5, a pillar of power He makes short work of work Pleasures all hours The pleasure's all time's The pleasure's all yours Lean in for a whisper Be surprised what you get The measure of the man is mad long, multifaceted Tap him for your roster Your whole squad in his debt