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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 babysit
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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