| You offer me this box of tricks
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| And you want me to believe
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| That what it is you’re showing me
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| Is the very thing I need
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| I may talk like an idiot
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| I may look like a clown
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| But I’ve clocked your little game, my friend
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| I got your number down
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| So get it, babe
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| I can see behind that wall of stone
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| With eyes that see right through
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| The slick veneer of respectability that you assume
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| You’re telling me you could be my friend
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| But I know you’re a fake
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| If you think I’d fall for that, get caught like that
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| You’re making a mistake
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| You gotta be fooling me
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| If you think you’re fooling me
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| But you’re not fooling me
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| Fooling me with a box of tricks
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| Wrapped up nice and pretty all with whistles and bells
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| You must be confusing me with someone else
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| I don’t think you understand the predicament we’re in
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| I think it’s you, you believe it’s me, but I say it’s him
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| And no one’s fooling me
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| I believe it comes right down to this and I’m no joker
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| This conversation might not take too long, in fact it’s over
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| Figure me for an easy mark but heed this advice
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| Be careful what you wish for, don’t put it on your list
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| It might not be too nice
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| You gotta be fooling me
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| If you think you’re fooling me
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| But you’re not fooling me
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| Fooling me with a box of tricks
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| Ah, just a box of tricks |