Good morning you say
And have a nice day,
You're witty and funny and caring and kind
You're trying love again, can't get me off your mind

You're pleasant and interested and charming and sweet
And make me believe you're so eager to meet
Indeed I think? Can it be true
The stirrings in my heart, brought about by you
Our late night chats about many a thing
And I feel the happiness that only a new romance can bring

Had a bad day? Oh no. Poor you
I'll make it better, and be loving and true
What's that? You're dying to be with me so soon
And I worry while you paste poetry about the stars and the moon

Oh no. They didn't? They're asking you to pay?
To take your well deserved leave, just to see me one day?
Sorry? I didn't get that, it's me who must pay?
To feel your love I must send money your way

And I google the poetry and words you have used
They're quoted to deceive and leave many hearts bruised
Alas, you are fake, and cunning and cruel
And the thought of stealing makes you hunger and drool

But you're stupid and slow and dumb as bricks
For most will soon see through your words and your tricks
And recognize you as a poisonous snake
That's all you'll ever be. A fraud. Just a fake.