I seem to have a habit
of pushing people
to their limits...
Yet I dont really care...

They say to me,
"watch yourself, girl",
but I dont think they get
That I'm too busy watching them...

I wait for a slip-up,
wait for them to fall...
I shed my skin, my facade,
just to show you all...

I am made for survival,
roughened by abuse...
But, darlin', my smoothness
is used to abuse you...

Im the Manipulator,
youre nothing but a pawn...
Men think they are always on top;
boy, do they have it wrong...

I'm worse then they guys,
all the ones that you hear
that cheat on this girl with this guy
that swear the guy "had drugged his beer".

Because me, Im too slick.
Im the chick you only see
but once rumors spread
you never truely believe...

could ever do something like that...

I've learned from the best,
Im a great learner, dont you know?
Lies and heartbreaks arent new to me,
all the guys just come and go...

See, I guess I'm kinda a disease,
or maybe more like a parasite...
Pandora's box, all those monsters,
locked up in me real tight...

Its amazing though, 'cause honestly,
I dont look like who I am...
Its like, its a never ending disguise
that I cant take off at the end...

But hell, why should I?
It helps me do what I do...
It lures you in, with its soft looks,
as I, the real me, manipulates you...