Sweet talk will work til he finds out   How bad it rots out your teeth   Until he takes a bite of your cake   All plastic and fake, and spoiled underneath      Stick figure: "Man With No Backbone"   Your brand new favorite toy   You'll teach but he'll never learn   You scream, he squirms   And that brings you joy untold      Never grows old   Never gives out   Never goes by   Joy, you'll never hold   Don't even try   Cause it'll change with the seasons   And you'll be the reason why      Your halo is held on with duct tape,    thumb tacks, luck and gravity   Your wings are tattered to match   You're easy to catch   But harder to keep like joy      (chorus)      You say everything that he wants to hear   Shiny, empty, vapid and insincere   You take every liberty you can see   Til he's only left with the urge to flee   And he slips right through your grip and runs just like joy