The Forger

The things you can do
 With just a pen
 And some paper
 I put the art into artifice
 I am the ultimate
 Faker
 My hands are steady
 My eyesight sharp
 As a razor
 The great Mona Lisa
 And still no one can
 Duplicate her
 Like I can
 Oh, I am the man
 The great interloper
 Look a bit closer you'll see
 It's me
 Little me
 My work in this cellar
 Is not unlike
 So many parlours
 Where young ladies sit
 And sip tea with their
 Unruly fathers
 Pretty and plucked
 In petticoats
 Men with collars
 See how much grander
 The world gets
 When you make your dollars
 Like I do
 Oh, I'm no fool
 It's never too late
 But the profits too great to change
 My ways
 Crime pays
 But babe I think it takes a toll
 On this hungry little soul
 Every time you turn to go
 And babe if you get on that train
 My heart will never beat again
 There's so little truth here left to bend
 The truth is not my friend
 My friend
 I am not crude
 Raucous or rude
 Like the others
 A bit more refined
 With a pragmatic mind
 I've my druthers
 To peel off this skin
 Begin again
 With another
 Take the high road to fame
 Where the love in my brain
 Starts to stutter
 Here I am
 O the promised land
 Plasticene roses
 Another heart closes
 And then