(Starts with chorus)> Well, ya lied, then ya lied, then ya lied some more. I could see ya lyin’ when you were walkin’ out the door. Yes, ya lied, then ya lied, then ya lied some more. How stupid could I be? I stayed around and asked for more.

Does it start from tellin’ those little white lies? Tellin’ white lies that’re s’posed to spare feelings. Then the habit grows. Does it start in your own mind, lyin’ to yourself? It works for you in a strange way. Now you’re lining trophies on your shelf. (Chorus)

He’s a devil in an angel’s frock. He’s a wolf in a lamb’s wool smock. He’s the flypaper in your hair. Stick around now, if you dare. But don’t you think at any time you’ll be without a care. (Chorus)

Have you ever known a woman who was something like this? Thinks it’s okay not telling her truths. It’s really hit and miss. She’ll never realize when she’s tellin’ those lies. She may never know that she’s playing a part, just reading her lines. It’s one big show.

Well, she’ll lie, then she’ll lie, then she’ll lie some more. You can hear her lyin’ when she’s walkin’ out the door. Yes, she’ll lie, then she’ll lie, then she’ll lie some more. How stupid could we be? We stayed around and asked for more.

 

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