Texty: Procol Harum. The King of Hearts.

There was trouble in the air
Just a subtle hint of danger
And a woman dressed in black
Out lookin' for a stranger

She took me to her room
Where she offered me a wager
She promised me the moon
So I took a chance

Yes, I played the King of Hearts
Put my cards out on the table
I thought the odds were in my favor
But she laid the Ace of Spades
An' I wound up where I started
The King of Hearts no more
But the King of the Broken-hearted

She cut the deck once more
By the light of thirteen candles
She said, "The winner takes it all
Is that too much for you to handle?"

So I wandered through my playing cards
And tried to understand her
I was lookin' for a face
It was right there in my hand

Yes, I played the King of Hearts
Put my cards out on the table
I thought the odds were in my favor
But she laid the Ace of Spades
An' I wound up where I started
The King of Hearts no more
But the King of the Broken-hearted

I played the King of Hearts
Put my cards out on the table
I thought the odds were in my favor
But she laid the Ace of Spades
An' I wound up where I started
The King of Hearts no more
But the King of the Broken-hearted