Disingenuous

Them's the breaks Watch me crash land On fields of idle miles Hard worked by barren hands Droughts of mouth Bring doubts to love I'm whistling drinking songs And thinking, slowly drinking his gin All the live long You're perfect for taking me to heart But I spy shades of disingenuous A fortnight's fitful sleep on my eyes Is there something stirring in the silence That I might weaponise? No fun, I touched one once I wasn't to touch two of them, twice You turned your weakest shoulder to me And ask "will I suffice?" You're perfеct for leading me on To the stagе Tommy Cooper died on You're perfect for taking me to heart You're perfect for playing your part You're precious for putting me on But I spy shades of disingenuous