Box of Tricks

You offer me this box of tricks
And you want me to believe
That what it is you're showing me
Is the very thing I need

I may talk like an idiot
I may look like a clown
But I've clocked your little game, my friend
I got your number down

So get it, babe

I can see behind that wall of stone
With eyes that see right through
The slick veneer of respectability that you assume
You're telling me you could be my friend
But I know you're a fake
If you think I'd fall for that, get caught like that
You're making a mistake

You gotta be fooling me
If you think you're fooling me
But you're not fooling me
Fooling me with a box of tricks

Wrapped up nice and pretty all with whistles and bells
You must be confusing me with someone else
I don't think you understand the predicament we're in
I think it's you, you believe it's me, but I say it's him
And no one's fooling me

I believe it comes right down to this and I'm no joker
This conversation might not take too long, in fact it's over
Figure me for an easy mark but heed this advice
Be careful what you wish for, don't put it on your list
It might not be too nice

You gotta be fooling me
If you think you're fooling me
But you're not fooling me
Fooling me with a box of tricks

Ah, just a box of tricks