I'm not sure I like where you're heading
But it seems it's gone out of my hands
I've played one game too many
I should have been more carefully to tread

The little minx I've been acting
It's merely an act, like the rest
But it seems you've taken me seriously
Too much, too soon, too much at stake

Maybe eventually I wasn't lying
When I told the prick I wasn't ready yet
Maybe before buying a pegault
I should take a ride in a corvette

But I didn't know this beforehand
So I'm sorry for this goose-chase you've run
All I meant was sincerely in good grace
But it seems to this day I've left none