In an epic battle for first dibs
The word is out and it's not good
The flames are getting closer
Your time is almost up
A cycle of deceit has began
They don't fool me, not yet
Still pure and mild mannered
A word of caution
Nothing is ever as it seems
Enjoy that posh flat
Those visits into cultural oblivion
Don't get burned honey
A pretty girl comes a dime a dozen
