let me tell you i ain't so sweet
appearance can ever be so deceiving
since i already imagined killing you
not once but twice in my tiny head

let me tell you i ain't so sweet
two face i have and many more to go
i have mountains of masks under the hood
smile and cry i can do without betting an eye

let me tell you i ain't so sweet
innocent and young i may look to be
i know the rule of the game like back of my hand
a master of puppetry is what i am

let me tell you i ain't so sweet
will stab you with a knife if i wish
play you with my favourite toys
so sharp and keen that slices paper thin

let me tell you i ain't so sweet
as i never try to please your eyes
but go my way to make you cry
if you ever mistaken me to be ever so sweet

well, it's your fault for having expectation of me