Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Lies, artist - The Dudes. Album song Blood Guts Bruises Cuts, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 05.06.2009
Record label: LOADmusic
Song language: English
Pretty Lies |
| I know that love isn’t all that we need, but yes she is a fine thing |
| I’m not as handsome a lover as others, but somehow she finds me |
| My heart is pulsing and bloody, she beats for nobody specifically |
| Your love is muddy and jaded, been played in fifty ways, deliver me |
| Tell me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine, |
| I could tell you lines) |
| Tell me your pretty lies (tell me what I want, what I really want |
| What I want to hear) |
| It could be white like the snow is, or dark like I know is a lover’s heart |
| Whats been made a fool of, but ain’t it the fool that gets all of the lover’s |
| parts? |
| It’s getting hard to remember the lies from December |
| You promised then |
| We needed lovin' so badly, we pretended that we had it when |
| You told me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine, |
| I could tell you lines) |
| Sell me your pretty lies (tell me what I want, what I really want) |
| Wide awake, a long time coming |
| We lie and wait, a long time coming |
| We’re wide awake, a long time coming |
| We lie and wait, a long time coming |
| We’re wide awake, a long time coming |
| We lie and wait a long time coming |
| It’s a long time coming |
| Whoever believes that lovin' is free hasn’t ever slept with me |
| The birds and bees are our disease, contracted collectively |
| And we’re reborn in the morning with no or little warning |
| Lover please don’t fall in love with me |
| But if you think you might, it’s alright, I wouldn’t mind |
| I heard this story from a couple friends of mine |
| That you believe yourself, the very lies you tell |
| But don’t I love it when you’re spinning them |
| I start in grinning when I see you look up to the left |
| Tell me you want me like the oxygen in every breath |
| Say that I’m needed like the landlord on the 30th |
| I don’t believe you, but it’s still nice |
| Your eyes tell mine such pretty lies |
| Tell me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine, |
| I can tell you lines) |
| Well flash me those pretty eyes (tell me what I want, what I really want, |
| what I want to hear) |
| Your lies, lies, lies, lies, lies |