Affect my greatest style
And all the way I'm gone
You never need to make your own mess
Lean smug back and work your pitch
No demon race to find

What suits me best of all
You paint it up and know
And all the way I'm gone
Weasel to me, charming to some
I keep my pocket filled

Silent and strong, prepossessed
No demon race to find

That any face could lie
Loathsome and glib, habits like self love
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche

Lean right and fall