Masquerade - Dirt Poor Robins

First a glance and then a crooked smile

Draw him in and let the games begin

If he doesn’t ask, she will not tell

She paints the picture, oh so well

When we lie

Oh, what tangled webs that we weave

When at first we practice to deceive

We become a slave to make believing

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my secrets keep

If I’m found out before I wake

I pray the Lord my secrets take

Well, rehearsed he baits the hook of pride

Reel her in while she’s self -satisfied

Get a feel for what she’s looking for

Give her that, you’re in the door

When we lie

Oh, what tangled webs that we weave

When at first we practice to deceive

We become a slave to make believing

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my secrets keep

If I’m found out before I wake

I pray the Lord my secrets take

Truth casts a shadow hard to conceal

But darkness blurs the flaws the light reveals

Charm is deceitful and flattery is vain

But in the dark of the hunt the veil remains

Oh, what tangled webs that we weave

We practice to deceive

We become a slave to make believing

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my secrets keep

If I’m found out before I wake

I pray the Lord my secrets take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my secrets keep

If I’m found out before I wake

I pray the Lord my secrets take