Me and Your Scattered Braids | final version

A guy with long hair
lies on a short sofa
I watch him in despair
wonder if he susses out

A white ceiling over us
betraying its shade
dark are card spades
diamonds are of no aid

The guy is not an ace
nor is he a joker
but he shows a true face
and a nice voice of a broker

He had dough
and those braids
surprise I'll show
kiss him for trades