She never forgets your birthday, always buys you a thoughtful present She's the hostess with the mostess every time you go to visit She's reeling you in, mascarading as a friend She's gathering ammunition, it's a means to an end Her venomous remarks seep like poison through your veins When her words cut you deep, she's tallying up her gains But your soul feels unsettled, your gut instinct never lies For this person that you trusted, is a foe in disguise