Lookbook King Of Con
if you never get this right
to have and hold, to break this mold
change from inside
i try every single day
it makes me sour, my favorite scour
will lead to my escape
to the knees
you will be listening
its your disguise
and barely undressed
is your surprise
a crown to be filled cancels out
all your desire
i am not one to confess
where this began
where this will end
count to excess
i will conquer what you lack
its the vow, to honor how
this carried tune will act
all this presence has a name
'the king of con'
the 'queen' of wrong
call it what you may
i am eventually on your side
truer than this is your demise
i'll carry you away
good idea
so take a bow
