Oh me Oh my
I’m about to die
You just walked in and I can’t think straight.
Are you crooked or is it my head?
Off with it so.
It must go.
I can’t trust it anymore
It renders me an utter whore
Your eyes are crinkling at the edge
While I teeter nervously on the ledge
I’ve suddenly landed in Wonderland
Ain’t it lovely? Ain’t it grand?
Is it the first or is it the latter?
Shoot I’m madder than the hatter.
You’re smiling less
You’re more on your guard.
Turns out you’re just a pack of cards