You never shoulda used magic

To summon me back here

The consequences could be rather tragic

But that's a real good trick my dear



And all the time I'm under the impression

Riding on the borders like an ace

You almost smiled, surely my discretion

Lost into the desert of your face

Just the other side of disgrace



And don't you always get what you ask for

And don't you always ask for what you get

I thought you read the label before you laid the table

You've got no cause for regret



And all the time I'm under the delusion

That it's me who's dealing out the script

You almost jump to your old conclusion

Your anecdotes they all come forth unripped

But who gave you the sweat that you dripped