Froma jack to a king of loneliness. To awedding ring. I've played a ace and I won the queen. I walked away with your heart Froma jack to a king. With no regrets I stacked, I stacked the cards
suffering a blast froma shotgun wound. She love russian roulette before the honeymoon. Do you like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. It's a church for disaster and everybody knows that. She just said
laughing out with glee. At home alone I hang my head in sorrow. Oh, wedding bells will never ring for me. . I fancy that I see a bunch of roses. A blossom from an orange tree in your hair. While the
toast or two. Posed for pictures and never missed a dance with the best man and the groom. The organ starts, no weddingmarch. We stand and spin around. And it fits me like a glove, holds me just tight