Lies, lies, she loves telling lies...
When she sees something black...
She swears that it’s white...
When it’s the middle of the day...
She swears that it’s night...

Lies, lies, she loves telling lies...
When the sky is dark grey...
She says it bright blue...
She blurts out “I loves you”
But everyone knows it’s not true...

She says she wants a real lover...
But she doesn’t want a boyfriend...
She says she wants to feel affection...
But intimacy she can’t comprehend...

She says she likes the bottom...
But she always gets on top...
She says she wants to go faster...
But then all of a sudden she’ll stop...

She won’t even tell the truth...
When she grows tired of a lover...
Instead of letting him off easy...
She merely trades him in for yet another...

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