Masquerade Dirt Poor Robins
First a glance and then a crooked smile
Draw him in and let the games begin
If he doesn't ask she will not tell
She paints the picture oh so well
(Chorus): When we lie
Oh what tangled webs we weave
When at first we practice to decieve
We become a slave to make believing
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my secrets keep
If I'm found out before I wake
I pray the lord my secrets take
Well rehearsed he baits the hook of pride
Reel her in while she's self-satisfied
Get her feel what she's looking for
Give her that you're in the door
(Chorus)
Truth casts a shadow hard to conceal
But darkness blurs the flaws the light reveals
Charm is deceitful and flatter is vain
But in the dark of the hunt the veil remains
(Chorus)
