Lies
You got your lipstick on
Looking so good, how can I go wrong?
God damn you even got me writing you a brand new song
Something so special you know it
But even in candlelight, sometimes the prettiest things poison life
It's got me thinking that the love of
My life, is hiding an alterior motive
I wasn't born yesterday, so don't fuck with me tonight
Did it satisfy your fantasy? Just tell me what it's like
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
This ain't about the food, fuckit I'll pay for it
Tell me that I'm wrong, you got something to say for it
Stringing me along like you think that I'll wait for it
I ain't got no time to waste
Pulling down your dress like
I know he loves it
But look a little stressed like
You had it coming
And now you're in a mess like
Who you'll be keeping, and where you'll be sleeping
Cuz it ain't with me
I wasn't born yesterday, so don't fuck with me tonight
Did it satisfy your fantasy? Just tell me what it's like
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
Looking so good, how can I go wrong?
God damn you even got me writing you a brand new song
Something so special you know it
But even in candlelight, sometimes the prettiest things poison life
It's got me thinking that the love of
My life, is hiding an alterior motive
I wasn't born yesterday, so don't fuck with me tonight
Did it satisfy your fantasy? Just tell me what it's like
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
This ain't about the food, fuckit I'll pay for it
Tell me that I'm wrong, you got something to say for it
Stringing me along like you think that I'll wait for it
I ain't got no time to waste
Pulling down your dress like
I know he loves it
But look a little stressed like
You had it coming
And now you're in a mess like
Who you'll be keeping, and where you'll be sleeping
Cuz it ain't with me
I wasn't born yesterday, so don't fuck with me tonight
Did it satisfy your fantasy? Just tell me what it's like
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
And I don't need your lies don't give em to me
Don't need your lies don't give em
I don't need your lies come give it to me
Credits
Writer(s): James Richard Peter Beard
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