You offer me this box of tricks And you want me to believe That what it is you're showing me Is the very thing I need I may talk like an idiot I may look like a clown But I've clocked your little game, my friend I got your number down So get it, babe I can see behind that wall of stone With eyes that see right through The slick veneer of respectability that you assume You're telling me you could be my friend But I know you're a fake If you think I'd fall for that, get caught like that You're making a mistake You gotta be fooling me If you think you're fooling me But you're not fooling me Fooling me with a box of tricks Wrapped up nice and pretty all with whistles and bells You must be confusing me with someone else I don't think you understand the predicament we're in I think it's you, you believe it's me, but I say it's him And no one's fooling me I believe it comes right down to this and I'm no joker This conversation might not take too long, in fact it's over Figure me for an easy mark but heed this advice Be careful what you wish for, don't put it on your list It might not be too nice You gotta be fooling me If you think you're fooling me But you're not fooling me Fooling me with a box of tricks Ah, just a box of tricks