LYRIC FOR SALE

By Carrie Doubleyew

You're so damn good at this
You fooled them more than twice
We squared up with no punches thrown
Don't brag you're not so wise
But that's it now they fell for it
And I'm all out of dice
How many times' a person get
To pull the wool down on those eyes
I'm waiting for that 3rd time
To prove to them you lied

Chorus:
So what he's rich, it shouldn't matter
why does that count m'lord?
He gets to ride his fortune
While I fall upon my sword

Taken in by flashy clothes
You still don't see right through him?
Someone should have tipped me off
my chances were so slim

I know aswell as you do, it might be
past my time, but still I'll wait
Whoever's first, gets to draw the line
I know my time will cometh though
I've booked my place in time
A mystery to you that place
I've been to justice town
But that was no wigged up judge
Karma brought me mine
But she won't serve your time

Chorus;
So what he's rich, it shouldn't matter
why does that count m'lord?
He gets to ride his fortune
While I fall upon my sword

Taken in by flashy clothes
You still don't see right through him
Someone should have tipped me off
my chances were so slim

I'd like to say it's all your fault
But even I submit
Those people that you laugh at now
They still would not get it
They still think you're legit
Come on no ones that thick
They might be taken in by you
Down here and that's ok
But mark my words, I still have time
I'll prove it to you one day