Liar, Liar,
I love your pretty lies
Liar, Liar
The truth is my demise
Lover, Lover,
is what you are, in cheap disguise
But Lover, Lover
I still love those pretty lies
Liar, Liar,
How well I know your game
Liar, Liar,
How easily your name
Will trigger alarms in my mind,
it's a warning I neglect.
It's a feeling that I find
I am too often fond of
and unable to forget
So, Liar, Liar,
Please, stay and don't go
Liar, Liar,
for I already know
that a Lover, you are not
unless in cheap disguise
with fake words, that tend to rot
in the shadow of your lies