Shape of My Heart

It is a cold and a man of tension. And he's a place never suspect. He doesn't play for the money he Wins. Don't play for respect. It is a card to find and small. The secret tunnel through your chains. To hear the love of a probable outcome. To numb a little dance. I know that the spades are the swords of Soldiers. I know that the clubs are weapons of wars. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. I know that the spades are the swords of Soldiers. I know that the clubs are weapons of wars. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. He may play the jack of diamonds. He may lay the queen of spades. He may conceal a king in his hand. While I'm hungry on the face. I know that the spades are the swords of Soldiers. I know that the clubs are weapons of wars. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. That's not the shape, Shape of my heart. If I told that I loved you. You may be thinking there's something wrong. I'm not a man of too many Faces. The mask I wear is one. But you will speak no nothing. If I told you the cost. Like it's a constant slog in too many Places. It's still the fear of loss. I know that the spades are the swords soldiers. I know that the clubs are weapons of wars. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart. I know that the spades are the swords of Soldiers. I know that the clubs are weapons of wars. I know that diamonds mean money for this art. But that's not the shape of my heart.