Copy a smile from the innocents,
Paste it on your face.
Sneak in like a scent
Then you go and fake your grace.
Here's the trick to winning them over -
It's a fancy masquerade.
Grab a gentleman like a lover
Then whisper, "I am your fate."
He won't catch it when you say it.
Then your voice replays in him.
He learns you are the hypocrite,
But loves you regardless of your sin.
Another one down, cut and ripped
His heart frail, like a wilt daisy.
You he loved and truly cherished
Now you're left with no honey.
Daisy, you're a monster
You must not do this again.
We know you're the ogre,
Not a daisy from begin.
Like a mistress you acted,
Like a mafia you killed,
Like a victim you reacted.
In the next game you'll be played.
