| First I am spotted across the room |
| Sussed out for the degree of naivety |
| When I make the cut, then all systems go |
| And you take your first step toward me |
| My eyes are invitations |
| My welcome sign is bright |
| My armor is porous enough to be worked by your design |
| My goodness is commendable but won’t pull your heartstrings |
| This magnet for predators is dying to be discerning |
| Your system of madness |
| To mimic connection |
| Then you engender my trust as you pounce |
| You isolate and then divert attention |
| Distract from deception |
| Keep me in the dark |
| Ooh… |
| You kept me off balance |
| With your charming deflection |
| You kept me distracted |
| Couldn’t pick this apart |
| What started as union turned into isolation |
| And you are obsessed with your prey… |
| My eyes are invitations |
| My welcome sign is bright |
| My armor is porous enough to be worked by your design |
| My trust is commendable but won’t pull your heartstrings |
| This magnet for predators is learning to be discerning |
| Oh… |