Calling out your game
Pretty bit of flesh with just a name
I bet that you expected me to fall in line
Swollen head built up with fake
Compliments that hold no weight.
How's that for some sweet flattery?
Flattery.
Flattery!
Flattery.
Come find me.
Boasting a lucky face
While I'm holding it to the flame;
Roasting away your vile smile.
Check the eyelids,
They're full of wasted Iris without a gaze.
So what does it amount to?
Flattery.
Flattery!
Flattery.
Come find me.
...
(And you know)
...
Flattery.
Flattery!
Flattery.
Come find me.