What’s that up your sleeve, love?

                       Tell me what you spy.

I spy a queen of hearts,

                       unwilling to comply.

Here is my forest,

                      here is my fire.

I’m in my hideout,

                      between fear and desire.

We both know the truth,

                      but can we spit it.

The tobacco you chew,

                       is too tough to finish.

So quit all your games,

                       or I’ll strike the match.

An eye for a eye, love,

                       cause fire spreads fast.