Verse 1

You bring a plate when the neighbors come around,

Soft little smile, good-guy manners, lowered sound.

You praise my plans, then count the cracks in every seam,

Keep your hands clean while you’re reaching for the dream.

You watch the room, you measure every open door,

Save every slight like a bill you’ll settle for.

I know that look when your compliment turns thin—

A velvet glove with a fist tucked in.

Pre-Chorus

Say it sweet, keep your eyes on the prize,

Hold your breath till the right moment arrives.

We all wear a face that the daylight approves;

Turn the card over—see what it proves.

Chorus

Double bottom, everybody’s got a second side,

Kind words up front, cold calculation behind.

You wait your turn, then you strike when I trust,