| All men, all men are liars
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| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires
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| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers
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| To pull this tooth
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| All men are liars and that’s the truth
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| Well do you remember Rick Astley?
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| He had a big fat hit it was ghastly
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| He said I’m never gonna give you up or let you down
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| Well I’m here to tell you that dick’s a clown
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| Though he was just a boy when he made that vow
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| I bet it all that he knows by now
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| All men, all men are liars
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| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires
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| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers
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| To pull this tooth
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| All men are liars and that’s the truth
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| Among God’s creatures man must be
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| The most slimy and slippery now
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| There stands the naked ape in a monkey suit
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| Behind the little moustache he grew, a shifty brute
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| All the one’s start choking on the words they ate
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| Sweating on getting their stories straight
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| All men, all men are liars
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| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires
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| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers
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| To pull this tooth
|
| All men are liars and that’s the truth
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| All men, all men are liars
|
| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires
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| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers
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| To pull this tooth
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| All men are liars
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| And all men are liars
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| All men are liars
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| All men are liars
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| And that’s the truth |