Hatter's Fox
Lost Smiles and Wicked Twists: Hatter's Fox Unveiled
Lyrics
She gently snuck her way into my life
Someone entered my life discreetly
Don't know when where how or why
Uncertainty about the circumstances of entry
Or even what for
Uncertainty about the purpose
One's got her heart in shambles
One person's emotions are in disarray because of her
And another one's out for her head
Someone is seeking to harm her
A cheeky clap and she's out the door
She leaves quickly after a sarcastic clap
But they're more rattle than snake
Those seeking to harm her are more noise than real danger
And she's lost in that fake smile
She hides behind a fake smile at work
You only wear to work
The fake smile is worn for work purposes
But her eyes can't lie to me
Her eyes reveal the truth to the speaker
They tell the true story
Her eyes convey the real story
To me they wouldn't dare lie
The speaker trusts her eyes won't deceive
And I'd much rather they cried
The speaker prefers her eyes to show true emotions
Oh and I'd much rather they cried
The speaker emphasizes preferring her genuine emotions
I'm sorry for my message earlier
Apology for a previous message mistake
Think I must've sent the wrong attachement
Mistakenly sent the wrong file
What was supposed to be an offer PDF
Intended to send an offer but sent a demand
Turned out to be demand
The document sent was demanding in nature
Dot DOC don't dare play with me
Playful warning regarding a file format
But her eyes can't lie to me
Her eyes reveal the truth to the speaker
They tell the true story
Her eyes convey the real story
To me they wouldn't dare lie
The speaker trusts her eyes won't deceive
And I'd much rather they cried
The speaker prefers her eyes to show true emotions
Oh and I'd much rather they cried
The speaker emphasizes preferring her genuine emotions
Oh I'd much rather they cried
Reiteration of preferring genuine emotions
Oh and I'd much rather they cried
-The country's greatest clown
Comparing oneself to a famous clown
Pagliacci's back in town
Reference to Pagliacci, a tragic clown figure
The wicked twist is that it's me
Admission that the speaker embodies that role
One day they'll carry my corpse down
Anticipation of a tragic end for the speaker
And the rain won't make a sound
Emphasizing the lack of mourning upon the speaker's death
I asked the clouds and they agreed
Claims that even nature won't mourn the speaker's passing
I asked around they all agreed
Consensus that things weren't destined for the speaker
It wasn't meant to be
Repeated belief that things weren't meant to be
I asked around they all agreed
Consensus that things weren't destined for the speaker
It wasn't meant for me
Belief that things weren't meant for the speaker
I asked around they all agreed
Consensus that things weren't destined for the speaker
It wasn't meant to be
Repeated belief that things weren't meant to be
I asked around they all agreed
Consensus that things weren't destined for the speaker
It wasn't meant for me
Belief that things weren't meant for the speaker
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