I want expensive not cheap And all the secrets that you keep Should be quietly put to sleep Not then not when not yet this week I have told a thousand lies But this time he is surprised Cut the alibis from my eyes From my eyes Eyes One sample of your wit You ask me round to baby-sit Just sat there smiling from a pit Is the goddess of the vimly lit I have told a thousand lies But this time he is surprised Cut the alibis from my eyes From my eyes From my eyes I want you pretty not polite And all those compliments you invite They should burn by candlelight Not tomorrow next week but just tonight I have told a thousand lies But this time he is surprised You cut the alibis from my eyes From my eyes From my eyes I have told a thousand lies I have told a thousand lies From my eyes I have told a thousand lies This time he is surprised I have told a thousand lies I have told a thousand lies
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