card-

pack:

 

you little girl you've gotten sick 

you've felt the rough end

 of the stick 

the smooth and fitted end i hold

allows the swing to be so bold

 

  so pick yourself another place 

a place within - no need to race 

to distant lands in hope of cover 

for when you're true

 the stick's like rubber 

that bounces harmlessly again 

you know your place 

you know your man