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