When I open my mouth, no words come out
(Oh, words do come forth, of that there’s no doubt).
What I mean is that those words don’t matter,
They’re words to caress; to seize and flatter.
It’s not as if what I’m saying is wise;
Rather, most that I say tends to be lies.
I’m not a liar, or a cheat, or thief;
My goal is never to bring about grief.
I’m much worse than all that, let us be clear:
I tell you the things that you want to hear.
And I’ll listen, too, for hours on end,
For the words to say, the right lie to lend.
I’ll say as I can, I’ll do as I should,
Whatever it takes for you to feel good.