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Here you come draggin' in |
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Three a.m. again |
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Grinnin' that silly grin |
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Smellin' just like sin |
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Holdin' up that alibi that's tissue paper thin |
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Diggin' down deeper and deeper |
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In that hole you're already in |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better than that, |
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You might as well tell the truth |
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I know you been foolin' around |
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With some fool from way 'cross town |
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You're tearin' our good thing down |
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Makin' me out your clown |
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Lookin' for excuses that you know can't be found |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better than that, |
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You might as well tell the truth |
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You say you was gone with that girl from up the street |
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But I know better |
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She called here lookin' for you and she told me |
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Said you never met her |
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And you could be more discreet |
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With your love letters |
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And honey I smell some other man |
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All over you cashmere sweater |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie not better than that |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better |
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If you can't lie no better than that, |
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You might as well tell the truth |
