I never thought sweet words would hurt. From your lips to my heart, it created a wound. Words so sweet, now the cause of my pain. Words so sweet, but scars I gain. It's too painful. It's too late. Your "I love you" is a bitter bait.
He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking, (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle,) When he doesn’t think we’re looking
You went to school with a **** like this, He always claimed others were cheats. He showed up early only if and when They were serving food and sweets. But never showed up for the work Or did playground games honestly. He claimed twice the victories he had And lied to everyone constantly.
All the deals he makes are scams He pulls the rug out from under. (Were his steaks really just spam?) And leaves giggling at his plunder.
When he got older, he took his dad’s gold And parlayed it into a lifetime game Of promises not kept, and half-truths And, as usual, never once took the blame He preferred never to pay his bills And then bragged about how gullible The creditors were, and how they all Should really have charged him double.
Hey, **, he thinks we don’t know Just what kind of game he’s playing. Just listen to his promises online It’s the opposite of what he’s saying.
But that’s how snake oil salesmen are; They cook up a batch of ***** and herbs And sell it as a cure-all and hurt folks Then laugh and claim it’s what they deserve. And, when his books turn out to be cooked He lies about it way before you start. When asked how he could be so crooked He says, “That’s because I’m so smart!”
He’s the kind that likes to swindle He’s always got some deal cooking. (His bait and switch game doesn’t dwindle) When he doesn’t think we’re looking