Lyrics Cards - Matt Smith feat. Ben Aldridge, Eugene McCoy, Charlie Anson, Jonathan Bailey & Hugh Skinner

Magnificent.
Impressive.
So thick, yet so light.
The lettering; Romalian.
The stock; it's eggshell white.
Don't take chances in the game.
It matters what you've tried.
The questions not what's in it, but what it's printed on.
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it' fucking hard.
Oh baby baby, this can't be right
I love your surfaces, I love your type.

The impression that you made
-He thinks that I'm a fake.
Is always in your hand.
-Does he know who I am?
Either Constantia
-Says nice to see ya.
Or Comic Sans!
-Doesnt shake my hand.

In the corporate coliseum.
-Everyone that he meets.
The crowd calls for a show now
-They want to get to know him.
Mines cut from imperium.
-Nice material.
Yours Times New Roman
-I ain't no Willy Loman.

Oh baby baby, it's really not that hard.
We find that when you get it right, the deals made with a card.
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's fucking hard.
Oh baby baby, this can't be right, I love your surfaces. I love your type.

Oh baby baby, I'll concede the game.
Play your hand well today.
Soon you'll know my name.