American Psycho - Cards Lyrics

Broadway production 2016
American Psycho the Musical - Cards Lyrics

(Music and Lyrics by Duncan Sheik)

Magnificent.
Impressive.
So thick, and yet so light.
The lettering; Romalian.
The stock; it’s eggshell white.
Don’t take chances in the game.
It matters what you've drawn.
The question's not what's in a name,
But what it's printed on.

(Chorus)
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
How I love your surfaces,
How I love your type.

The impression that you make
-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!
-But doesn't shake my hand.

In the corporate coliseum,
-Everyone that he meets.
The crowd calls for a showmate.
-They want to get to know him.
My font
-Is Cufla
Imperial!
-Nice material.
Yours Times New Roman
-I ain’t no Willy Loman.

(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, it’s really not that hard.
You'll find that when you get it right,
A deal's 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, I’ll concede the game.
You played your hand well today,
But soon you'll know my name...

[Thanks to Mollieah Casignito,
Amanda Mansinello for corrections]

American Psycho the Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
Opening (Morning Routine)
Cards
You Are What You Wear
Oh Sri Lanka
True Faith
Killing Time
In The Air Tonight
Hardbody
If We Get Married
Not A Common Man
Mistletoe Alert
Clean
Killing Spree
Nice Thought
At The End Of An Island
I Am Back
A Girl Before
Don't You Want Me?
This Is Not An Exit
Selling Out
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Killing Times 2.0 [Bonus Track]