作曲 : Larkin
Poetry of 
Lies by Patty 
Larkin It must have been 
December It surely was not 
June The one thing 
I remember 
Is a photograph of you 
You stood out in a the snowfall 
A handsome man 
You turned around when she called 
A camera in her hand 
I did not come 'round often 
I came around when 
I could I guess 
I had forgotten 
I had promised to be good 
You shouldn't have gotten busted 
You should have gotten off 
I was the one you trusted 
To wipe the lipstick off 
It must have been 
December Surely not 
June The one thing 
I remember 
Is the poetry of lies