“These Lips Were Made for Conning”
(to the tune of “These Boots Were Made for Walking” by Nancy Sinatra)
by Brenda Wessels
You keep thinking you should never trust me.
you try not to believe me, but confess.
You’ve been a kissin’ where you shouldna been a kissin’
and now I’ve left all your wires in a mess.
These lips were made for conning, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these lips are gonna con all over you.
You keep trusting, when you oughta be runnin’
and you keep losin’ when you oughta not bet.
You keep trying to get me to do some changing.
You say I can be nice as nice, but you ain’t been right yet.
These lips were made for conning, and that’s all they can do
one of these days these lips are gonna con all over you.
You keep tryin’ to get me to do the right thing
And I take your pants and laugh that you never learn
Gorram Inara was waiting and locked me in a dumpster
and now I know I’m the one who got burned
Are you ready lips? Start conning!