Pride To Sell

maybe my tongue is not slicker than hers, but you taste it just as well.

go tell her that i am not giving in, so long as you buy what i sell.

but the least she can do is to shake my hand;

in competition i am always fair.

and when she sees my face, she'll know that she's looking in the mirror,

and that i have never been more sincere.

the taste of the tongue was forbidden by her, but you played me just the same.

what kind of game is it where you win and you lose and you pick and you choose

and the opponent always looks the same.

and with two in the ring, let's make it a three: you are invited to play a part.

but you better play with us fair 'cause you fucked with our heart.

and it's only fair to finish what you start.

well, there's nothing i enjoy more than a good game of love. i feel sporting most of the time.

and i am fine with that game if you are honest with me, if the prize that you dangle is mine.

but lead me on, well what can you expect when your girl and i meet face to face?

you knew we'd taste the same, but did you think we would taste that with grace?

well i hope you'll never be so sincere.