Hey Black Jack Ya better step back the red queens at your door I heard her tell her sister that's she's missing her mister and the red kings out with his whore

Hey Black Jack Ya better step back the red queens at your door she's gonna plant the seed that a woman has needs and now she's coming back for more

Chorus: Do ya show your hand and take a risk and try to stay in the game when the wager was just a little kiss and now its starting rain

Hey Black Jack Ya shouldn't say that cause the jokers keeping the score he's got pictures and stuff of both of you in the buff and his readers are screaming for more

Hey black Jack ya better watch your back because the people will show you no pity when you try to stay low, they'll always know they're like that in the big city

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Instead Black Jack stepped out the back to escape to another shore He said he wouldn't mislead and wanted to be free of being a prisoner in her war

So now Black Jack lives in a shack Just behind the sycamore he sits alone at night and wonders if its right leaving that red queen at his door

As the days go by no one knows he exists yet he still feels the pain he looks in the mirror the older he looks he's got noone else to blame

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