The grifter rolled into town in a black Cadillac Pulling at the skin of your face The very second that you got a taste I wouldn't know what it's like to be so connected And I just don't need anymore friends Yeah, I just don't need anymore friends ♪ Even at your best, you've got no common sense It's just a simple "yes or no" to pass the test When you stick your fist into my magic hat You think you've learned the trick, are you sure 'bout that? So reliable Always on time Who needs an analyst When you've got style? ♪ So far as you can tell, you know me very well And there's not much to know You're seeing what you get In my mental map, the highways look like cracks And if I make a move, I'm never coming back So reliable Always on time Who needs an analyst When you've got style?