She Don't Know That I Lie

I stumbled out back and threw up in the garden
Wiped off my shin and my shoes, and I sauntered inside
Another round for the girl in black by the doorway

She don't know that I lie
She don't know

I spun her well-bothered tale about a boy in the basement
From age eight to 12 lived of Bordeaux and German white wine
She asked of his name, but I told her that I couldn't place it

She don't know that I lie
She don't know

She leapt 'cross the bar and our lips met like the beaches at D-Day
She tasted of Menthols and brandy, and it was divine
She says "Pardon my French, baisez-moi, tu le savoureras"

She don't know that I lie
She don't know

With a handful of hair, I caught my gaze in the mirror
I finish myself all over her perfect behind
I must be going, au revoir, je m'appelle Dan

She don't know that I lie
She don't know that I lie
She don't know that I lie
She don't know



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Writer(s): Jacob Aaron Smith
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