For Players I Have Known, by Wytchie Immortali Vindicta
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past or a dream that you're in
And your selfishness is your cardinal sin.
And you want to be held with highest regard
It delights you so much if she's trying so hard
And you try to conceal your ordinary ways
With a smile or a shrug or some stolen cliche.
But don't you understand
And don't you look about
I'm trying to take nothing from you
So why should you act so put out for me?
'Cause emotionally you're the same basic trip
And you know that I know of the times that you've slipped
So dont try to impress me, you're just pins and paint
And don't try to charm me with things that you ain't
And don't try to enchant me with your manner of dress
For a monkey in silk is a monkey no less
So measure for measure reflect on my said,
And when I won't see you, then measure it dead
