• Cross your heart and hope to die,
    Stick a needle in your eye,
    Count to 10 and tell a lie,
    Anything to get you by.

    Eye your targets, set your goals,
    Start one of countless rumors told,
    Forget the stories as they unfold,
    Pretend you're not responsible, that you don't know.

    Rob the Prince and beat the King,
    Take the Queen under your wing,
    Feed her deceit and make her sing,
    Truth is such a petty thing.

    Seize the jokers, seize the fools,
    Use them as your pretty tools,
    With threads of lies wound up in spools,
    To break people as you break the rules.

    Paint the princess as a whore,
    For you desire nothing more,
    Than what is hers, but what's in store,
    Is something that no one will ignore.

    She will retrieve what you desired,
    As you wade through the muck and mire,
    The situation's growing dire,
    As your tangled webs lead all to ire.

    Choke on your secrets, damn all your pacts,
    Nullify your own 'righteous' acts,
    As time reveals all of the facts,
    Weighing down until your façade cracks.

    The jokers are gone, the Queen is enraged,
    The King is cleaning the mess that was made,
    The Prince restores honor and restores the good name,
    Of the Princess, the winner of the war you have waged.

    Now your words have no meaning, but no lesson you've learned,
    Such being the case, alone's a fate that you've earned,
    The court cares not for you, their eyes and hearts have been turned,
    The memory of this engraved in their minds as if burned.

    So cross your heart, and hope to die,
    Stick a needle in your eye.
    Be warned, next time you 'deceive' the wise,
    That they all see right through you.