Poker Face

Seeing as light is fading from the centre of your eyes
And the blog that I been posting
Don’t change your face design
I find I got no knowledge of the ways inside your mind
Any feelings you have gathered are hidden by disguise

How will I know you
How do I get there
What will I feel inside
Will I be nowhere
I’ve never seen or felt some kind of sign
But I’m wishin’ for that magic kind of ride
How will I know you
How do I get there
What will I feel inside
Will you be elsewhere
I’m seeing but I may as well be blind
Your poker face is killing me inside

I’m so ever hopeful I got sensors in my teeth
If you favour me with meeting eyes I’m flushing red as beet
And dissecting every phrase of yours and liberating nothing
I got to get to you or else I’ll shrink away to stuffing

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