Box of Tricks - Roger Glover

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