She said we would be friends
The enemy lines were gone
It was all a cover story
Because indeed, the lines had been drawnShe took my key
With the smile of a saint
Plans of action
Swirling under her pretty faceI can’t believe I fell for it
This trickery and deceit
Now I have to live with the shame
Of utter and complete defeat

Not only have I been punked
Like a clueless child
I’ve lost my hold
On my future bride