What have you got on them?
What have they got on you?
It’s all about the leverage
The right kind of pressure
Those perfect words
So easy to get wound in them
Spin a little story
And dream through rose-tinted glasses
You must know when to step on the gas
Then in an instant, tug on the reigns
Change in a moment’s notice
The toughest part is to convince oneself of the loneliness
Everything goes uphill therefrom
You’ll have the upper hand