Lyrics:

Im done with poetry
Im done with prose
Im done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes
Im done with dancing on this here box
Like a begging dog

Im done with smoke screens
And fancy veils
Im done with all this petty decorating of myself
Im 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 dont they work on you?

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

But none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why dont they work on you?

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

So Im gonna find me someone to believe
Only the versions I show them of me
Yeah Im 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 dont they work on you?

Why dont my tricks work
why dont my tricks work
why dont my tricks work on you baby?
Why dont my tricsk work, why dont all my tricks work
Why dont my tricks work on you?

Cos youre the only one I wanna fool