Manipulation (Chicago)

You thought you had me in your pocket, But I never could be bought; I avoided traps you set out; Too many have been caught. Be it love or be it money, It's the bait you must resist; Be it milk or be it honey, This is one boy, you have missed. You knew if you could win me over, I would always see your side; Any argument against you, I'd never let it ride. I defended with devotion; I believed what you had said, But you dealt without emotion; Something happened in your head.