Fox Trot
Though I'll tell you what you want to hear
I'm not a prophet or a seer
My lies tap dance upon your soul
As your Cinderella dreams unfold
Bullshit woven to the letter
Assuring you there's no one better
Than me, to fulfill your need
Your virgin ears begin to bleed
One more drink we do the dance
Another ruse into your pants
Crafted words depth with skill
Now closing fast in for the kill
It's always just about my pleasure
Silk smooth lines cut to the measure
Crystal clear what was my aim
Reflecting on your walk of shame
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