It`s funny how nice people can be
When they want something from you or me,
They think sweet talk will do the trick
But I can tell you it makes me sick.
We know when we are being used
They`d get a shock if we refused,
They would feel offended I`m sure
And think us to be a mean old bore.
They play on our good nature I know
And we should tell them where to go,
But we`re far too polite to do that
As it would incite a verbal combat.
Once they have achieved their goal
Their character assumes its role,
No need for sweet talk any more
They`re back to what they were before.
They say every dog has it`s day
Well we may just become blasé,
It may just make them realize
That they are users in our eyes.
