Player and Rolizzie are two of a kind,
both looking for something, that I hope they find,
that both are out looking, its plain to see,
it is right there before them, for all to see,
Lizzie first said it, she said it out loud,
oh call me baby, put me on a cloud,
in the heat of the moment when passions arise
it is not hard to see it, it is right in their eyes,
when I see them tomorrow, will their faces have grins,
were they playing the game where everybody wins,
or will their faces have pouts,
the kind people get, when they have some doubts,
I really hope for the best for them,
this is the last line and this poem must end.
