Well..here you come.. a stumbling in...
wearing..that special..grin...
that tells me.. that you're about to lie again...
Well.. what's it gonna be..this time?...
Yep!.. another..phony line!...
but babe..I'm hip!..so bite your lip!...
before you lie again...
You say that you..worked over time...
Oh brother!.... ain't I heard that line?...
You say..you hitched a ride home.. with a friend...
You say.. he stopped..for a drink or two...
so.. of coarse...what were you to do...
but.....you only took a sip...
oh..bite that lip!...
You know you're lying...
You say you asked..for a ride..two times...
and that you tried.. to call.. but you lost your dime...
and once..you was even going to walk home...
but you say.. it seemed an awful fright..
to be walking on the road..that late at night...
so...you turned back again...
Oh..bite your lip!...
You know you're lying...
Say!...What's that red mark.. on your shirt?...
Bull crap!...that ain't just dirt!...
you better bite your lip.. there you go again lying...
and why ain't your shirt.. tucked in your pants?...
Yea...I'll bet it was..from doing a dance...
and I'll bet you....that ain't no lying....
Well..what's it going to be this time?...
just another.. phony line...
but babe..I'm hip!...so bite your lip!....
before you lie again...
yea babe..I'm hip!... so bite..your lip!...
before you lie again.
Reason for writing:
NOTE: This is one of the songs I wrote for Benjamin Dennison ..back when
I was under the influence of my.. unconditional love...but I'm hip now!..
It is amazing.. how far..and how long.. one will walk in darkness..when blinded
by love...before they finally.. see the light...
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