An underhanded girl
An act of desperation
And to my consternation
I let her go
She wants what she can get-
Is that a fair depiction?
Does she believe her fiction?
It's hard to know
Is it innocence or guile?
Or nothing but a childish act of will?
She doesn't know she needs you
She willfully misleads you
But still, still
A son becomes a man
At his father's knee
If my father asked questions
Well, where would we be?
She's nothing but a child
A waif who needs protection
I feel a strange connection-
I can't allow
She says it's all a game
She trembles like a flower
But in her, there's a power
I see that now
I am nothing but a man
With nothing but his orders
To fulfill
I'm innocent, she cries
But then, you see her eyes
And something in them tells you
That she absolutely lies
