Who has already lost themselves?

Who has already lost themselves?

Madame Rouge had a good feeling when he offered her that drink
He seemed enterprising, she chose to let him do
Mister Blue felt desire, when she toasted with a smile
And he feels her complicit, it doesn't happen to him that often
The confusion is mutual, their first drink is already empty
Naturally, their bodies get closer, they are no longer shy
They will share the next hours and the avalanche of impulses
Madame Rouge and Mister Blue will remember this sleepless night
But the days go by with doubt as their emblem
They want to see each other again and that might be their problem
They don't know what to bet on, revealing themselves seems dangerous
They start a strange game of love poker

Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will feel brave? Who will be able to reveal their game?
Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will fade away and who will want to bet? Who will lie first?

Mister Blue thinks he needs her to think he doesn't think too much about her
Madame Rouge believes he believes she thinks she's too beautiful
Mister Blue felt that she felt he felt too good
Madame Rouge wanted him to want her but without wanting to go too far
But what are they afraid of as soon as they have to look ahead?
The encounter is so clear and the future so windy
Do they need to hide their game or put their cards on the table?
Should they bluff their feelings to feel less vulnerable?

Should they bet the minimum to protect themselves?
Or take risks to push the other to commit?
The unspoken words and pretenses fill the game with constraints
The natural has strayed, their love is a labyrinth

Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will feel brave? Who will be able to reveal their game?
Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will fade away and who will want to bet? Who will lie first?

When there is only one card left to turn over
Will it still be time to reveal ourselves?
To match our colors, will there be enough space?
Behind the tiles in our hearts, I still believe in the four aces

Since the day after their meeting, they are walking on eggshells
They gradually discover the rules of their own game
But tonight Mister Blue and Madame Rouge close the shutters
For once without asking themselves any questions, they paint the night in purple

Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will feel brave? Who will be able to reveal their game?
Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will fade away and who will want to bet? Who will lie first?

Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will feel brave? Who will be able to reveal their game?
Who has already lost themselves in the poker of feelings?
Who will fade away and who will want to bet? Who will lie first?

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