Vanity Is Thy Sin

Vanity is thy sin

if you know what I mean

with a word can you win

no never oh you queen.

All that glitters ain't gold

you are beautiful and bold,

you are the warmth in cold,

are the tales often mis-sold.

There's a tree by the brook

craved for you ain't a crook

just in case if you look

your fawning is all the shook.

Everything that I know

you reap what you sow,

and if you ever feel low

think of that fake glow.

Should you need one to lean

you will cry wondering

for all that you had been, and 'cause Vanity was thy sin.