I went to see a play today
the femme fatale was holding sway
the target of her sweet romance;
a married man who could not dance
He loved his wife there was no doubt
but even so she kicked him out
his love for her was on display
he sat and cried throughout the play

The lady actress did her best
she bared her legs and puffed her chest
her mouth tried planting kissing marks
with lipstick ruby red and dark
He kept ignoring all her tries
and sobbed and hoped that he would die
I got so bored and went to leave
but she had something up her sleeve

The Ace of Hearts appeared just then
and danced around the other men;
the extras hired for just this scene
were handsome, tall and very lean
Surrounded by this merry troupe;
our lady blended with the group
The papers said this play was good
so far this actor looked like wood

His name had always been in lights
this play sold out for twenty nights
The poor sad actor's high pitched scream
was loud and long and quite extreme
The curtains fell upon the stage;
no clue predicted coming rage
The curtains rose; new scene began
no longer sat the crying man

A brand new actress sipping tea
was sitting on a brown settee
The tea set looked like white and blue
and had a cup repaired with glue
She put the cup and saucer down
looked up and showed a puzzled frown
The wayward husband now was back
he walked right over; then attacked

You see this woman was his wife
she'd been the center of his life
She knew this play was make believe
she had no clue that she should leave
The program said they'd reconcile
right after sipping tea awhile
but human nature reared it's head
he soon made sure his wife was dead

A prop knife used to cut her throat
The ace of hearts this scene rewrote
Her blood flowed freely on the floor;
the audience then yelled for more
The curtains fell to loud applause
but on the stage was lots of gauze
It could not stem the flow of blood
which kept on coming in a flood

Besides it really was too late
it's strange how love can turn to hate
Her husband did not like her act
she never knew his heart was black
He had decided she was bad
he saw them kiss; it made him mad
He hired a famous private eye;
the photos taken made him cry

The prison guards could see an Ace
that glowed bright red upon his face
Whenever pris'nors played some gin
that Ace would always make them grin
He always won but now he's lost;
convinced that it was worth the cost
The play goes on and takes its chance
and still the lady does her dance

Reviews are good and seats are full
A new man wears the husband's wool;
his tears seem real for quite awhile
till lipstick kisses make him smile
The play's director starts to fume
and spits a look across the room
This actor can't begin to show;
his false emotions have to go

As for the missing dancing ace;
no longer does it haunt this place