Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! Characters are mean and clean I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards Move in the way of hearts or diamonds Or get crushed by clubs or spades. Aces are all aligned to help their kings While jokers are mocking the muddle. You are my queen and I am in your heart I rely on my instincts tonight, Glory of the epic will be laid in your feet And you can applause and cheer for me While I prepare your heart oh! My queen!
Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! You inspire me to create my character And bring it to life into thin air. All the sidekicks are competing too To find a way where they realize you. But it’s my story and it’s my show. Preparations are made and Curtains will raise and open the show I will be in the center stage, winning! my show must win the laurels tonight, when the day ends I shall walk to you and propose, oh! My queen of hearts!
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