Love hides where it shouldn't be
Resting within the palms of thieves
Taking refuge in the hearts of gypsies
Meeting lust within its craft

It moves with cunning and with stealth
Taking the souls of common wealth
With no intention of good health
Pockets left empty with a draft

It keep us close, not to the touch
For then we lose our rational clutch
The truth of it would be too much
And so we rest within its grasp

But to reach out and take its hand
To take a chance we can't withstand
Might send us back in reprimand
And leave us with an empty flask

It's both venomous and bittersweet
Causing our limbs to throb in heat
But in this game, love can't be beat
No matter how we wear our masks

We pay for lust to even the score
Finding not love in a common whore
And it laughs, for it has won the war
But we make the game an enjoyable task