Con Man

Conman walkin down whistlin a tune
Hummin something jazzy in the middle of June
With a clever trick and cunning wit
Make ya feel real special or cut ya to the quick
So play me a song
String me along
On a guitar, on a quartet
More than a harlot
Not just some strumpet
Don't Call me a puppet

Im not your scape goat to
Everything that's wrong with you
Just because the devil wears a 3-piece suit
Doesn't mean she'll follow thru
And If ya think I'm buyin
Any a your lyin
Your disguises, you're the fool

We are not heros and
We are not villains
But we stand for somethin
Even if it's just knowledge
If ya gotta fake it to make it
Your foundation will be shaken
If you're lookin for a guarantee
Honey look no further than me



Credits
Writer(s): Andreah Johnson, Trent Johnson
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