A Way With Words
The sentence I threw up
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I'd tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now are dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
The captivating calls
The verbal golden balls
The memory recalls
With alarm
How I should peeled the bandage
From 'round the easy language
You really saw the damage
Done by charm
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ooh
The sentence I threw up
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I'd tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now are dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Yes, a way with words
To something to which do aspire
But a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Liar, liar, liar
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I'd tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now are dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
The captivating calls
The verbal golden balls
The memory recalls
With alarm
How I should peeled the bandage
From 'round the easy language
You really saw the damage
Done by charm
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ooh
The sentence I threw up
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I'd tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now are dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
To something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Yes, a way with words
To something to which do aspire
But a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Liar, liar, liar
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Writer(s): Charles Stobo Reid, Craig Morris Reid
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