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

I'm done with smoke screens
And fancy veils
I'm done with all this petty decorating of myself
I'm 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 don't they work on you?

I'm done with high heels
Ribbons and bows
I'm done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no
I've got no cards left up my sleeve
Oh, I've tried everything to please

But none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Oh, why don't they work on you?

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

So I'm gonna find me someone to believe
Only the versions I show them of me
Yeah, I'm 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
Oh, why don't they work on you?

Why don't my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work on you, baby?
Why don't my trick work
Why don't all my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work on you?

'Cos you're the only one I wanna fool