Patrick Zweig, this one's for you:
(in the style of Troye Sivan's "One Of Your Girls")
Face card, no cash, no credit
Yes, God, don't talk, just serve me
Look at you
Center court, floodlights gleaming
You’re the whole game, I’m just scheming
Look, look at you
Give me a call when the hotel feels empty
I'll be like one of your Arts or your Tashis
Say what you want, I’ll play it in secret
You get the point, but I need the deuce to believe it
