I´m done with poetry
I´m done with prose
I´m done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes
I´m done with dancing on this here box
like a begging dog

I´m done with smoke screens
and fancy veils
I´m done with all this petty decorating of myself
I´m hanging up these
whistles and bells
‘cos I can tell

that none of my tricks work on you
no matter what I do
you seem to see straight through
Why don´t they work on you?

I´m done with high heels
ribbons and bows
I´m done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no
I´ve got no cards left up my sleeve
I´ve tried everything to please

But none of my tricks work on you
no matter what I do
you seem to see straight through
Why don´t they work on you?

Guess you should want me the way I am
Truth is I want to be more than that

So I´m gonna find me someone to believe
only the versions I show them of me
Yeah I´m gonna find me someone I can
hold in the palm of my hand

Cos none of my tricks work on you
no matter what I do
you seem to see straight through
Why don´t they work on you?

Why don´t my tricks work
why don´t my tricks work
why don´t my tricks work on you baby?
Why don´t my trick work, why don´t all my tricks work
Why don´t my tricks work on you?

Cos you´re the only one I wanna fool