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Smooth Criminal

Throw rocks
hide the hand
My mission is to
stop your masterplan

Throw rocks
hide the hand
Soon you'll be
under my command

I'm the smooth criminal with his
thieving plot
So smooth and beguiling like a 
cunning fox

You don't see me, the real me
If you could, you would flee

You see, I often work when you're fast asleep
I gain vital intel as I creep and peep

Yes! I love to work in the wee-hours underneath
the moon
My lovely, dark playground, where I come
in to swoon

Sweet succubus incubus so sublime
Astro-projecting to confiscate your feeble mind

Oooh, wee! Like a fish in a fisherman's net
Now, your spirit and mind I have, next your body
and soul I have to get

I love how you stopped dreaming and believing
I told you I'm the smooth criminal who doesn't stop
scheming and stealing

Smooth clandestine and unassuming, that's me
I'm your co-worker, friend, and yes, family

Throw rocks
hide the hand
My mission is to
stop your masterplan

Throw rocks
hide the hand
Very soon you'll be
under my command

Constrictions and restrictions in place,
now delightful depression sets in 
Your self-esteem is at an all-time low, personal
hygiene in the dumps, and you couldn't care less
if you lose or win

Ha, ha, ha, ha,

I just love my job and those frequent dips
in the Devil's Pond
So, after I obliterate your masterplan, why don't
you join me for some devilish fun

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