It is true that there are worse crimes
than her parting you from your dimes.
But in time you’ll find: Believe it:
She’ll fake you out, tricking your mind.

Stealth goes a long way to con you;
you’ll be crying when she’s gone

You’ll learn she’s shifty,
’cause she’s gonna grift you in a con.

She’ll work a scam; she’s gonna take it,
after first fooling you with lying.
Her schmoozing will be very pleasing
to your ears…sublime.

One fine morning, you will wake up
to find you have been wronged.

You’ll be a griftee
’cause she will have lifted dough…be gone.

No good, you will learn, were your notions.
It will be clear—you’ll be wise…
have kenned that that empty spieling
sent to you was groom-you lies.

You’ll weep, then moan, segue to whining;
you’re not the only one she’s wronged.

Yeah, you’ll feel shitty
’cause you’ll be a griftee; she’ll be gone.