the countess/ count

Cunning with the words. Steal every lone heart nearby. Can't count the number of countess  I got wrapped around my crusty fingers. My tone come across as impressive. The countess all Stunning from head to toe. Appointed me to the royal courts. So they see me on a pedestal armed with a pistol. Shining so bright in this every moment. It's like the sun never set the evening of my promotion.  Count the years i been turning reality of wealthy to be true for a handful of a people. Still cold