a lie’s a lie,
no matter how you weave it
you say you love me, but
i don’t believe it
i think i know what’s bogus
and what’s real
and there’s no love
if there’s no love
to feel
a lie’s a lie,
no matter how you weave it
you say you love me, but
i don’t believe it
i think i know what’s bogus
and what’s real
and there’s no love
if there’s no love
to feel
Beautful
Thank you, sir.