He wears tan skin,
Suits too casual,
Smiles I call "deceptive."
He pays attention to details,
Looks you up in the most affectionate,
And whispers lies of dote.
I see him,
Perhaps, no sooner,
He holds me like I want him to.
He calls me his sunshine,
He steals me lovely glances every morning,
And he promises he'll get me the moon.
"Moon" because he says I'm too beautiful,
So beautiful Ill make a man like him whimper in love.
Moan in desire of lust.
Although these thoughts are "wrong"
He has painted them right,
Now all I see are polished lies.
I see 'you'
I see the man you are,
And I see what you make me do, "Mr deception".