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Its My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me CryLet the raining teardrops rain down on me tonightI think making up, faking up stories is all right Tick tock, stop the clock, fiction is my thing My attitude is always I and me and mine Oh I'm so clever, I'm so clever, I'm so clever Until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her Of doing all the worst things I do best It's funny how me fucking her about Has got me in this fucking mess Liar liar liar liar liar pants on fire Lies, alibis, lies, more alibis From the truth, I admit I'm more than shy Ain't it the times we are living in Everybody's doing it so why can't I? I tally up tonight's strangers And stragglers that I've kissed Training ground notches, perfectly executed notches and near misses It's all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes… |