I am manipulative
I am weak
I am a dirty little sneak
I’m controlling and I’m vain
I take pleasure in your pain
I keep my motivations secret
and my ambitions in the closet
but you’ll know I’ve come a knockin’
When you’re terrified and clutchin’
At the barrell of my gun
loaded with emotional ammunition
I’ll have you on your knees, my dear
All in the name of intuition