Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche
Affect my greatest style
Loathsome and glib, habits like self love
Weasel to me, charming to some
Silent and strong, prepossessed
No demon race to find
And all the way I'm gone
You paint it up and know
You paint it up and know
I keep my pocket filled
And all the way I'm gone
Lean smug back and work your pitch
You never need to make your own mess
That any face could lie
No demon race to find
What suits me best of all
That any face could lie
