Smooth talker with a sugar coated mouth,
Words drip like honey, oozing out,
Charisma and charm, he knows the game,
Flattery and compliments, they're all the same.
He knows how to work a crowd,
With words that flow, so smooth and loud,
A silver tongue, he weaves his tales,
With honeyed words, his charm prevails.
He talks of dreams, of wealth and fame,
Of love and happiness, all the same,
His promises are like a sweet perfume,
Enticing all, with their sweet bloom.
With every word, he casts his spell,
And like a moth to flame, we're drawn as well,
He knows exactly how to make you feel,
And with each word, your heart he'll steal.
But beware the smooth talker, oh so sly,
For beneath his words, there may be lies,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, he may be,
With motives hidden, so cleverly.
He'll lead you on, with tales of glory,
But beware, it may all be a story,
A mirage that fades away,
Leaving you with nothing to say.
So listen closely, to what he says,
And be aware of his clever ways,
For the smooth talker, with his sugar coated mouth,
May lead you astray, with his sweet talk, no doubt.
So be careful, when you hear his voice,
And don't be blinded by his choice,
For the smooth talker, with his silver tongue,
May leave you lost, when all is said and done.
So take heed, of the smooth talker's charm,
And don't be lured by his sweet arm,
For his words may be just a guise,
Leading you down a path of lies.