| 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 |