You clean up nice and I am impressed
Bat those eyes and I'm a mess
They say you're trouble and nothing less
But I'm not convinced, yet
You say those things that I wanna hear
Sweet little nothings in my ear
Whatever it takes to distract from
What's happening behind my back
A pickpocket, oh pickpocket, robbed me blind
A pickpocket, oh pickpocket, got away this time
With my mind, with my heart
Left me nothing but scars
With my mind, with my heart
Yeah it's over before it starts
You offer your hand and I follow suit
Whisk me away with cliché moves
Yeah something is off, but it's not enough
To call out your bluff, yet
Your eyes start to wander and I am sure
You've done this dance many times before
And just as quick as the lies came up
You’re on to your next victim
So how many pockets have your hands been in
Oh how many fools have you made of men
Yeah how many pockets have your hands been in
Oh fool me once, you won't fool me again
