I'd like to sweep away the lies I could shake from you if I

tried

I'd believe your mouth but you forgot to tell your eyes

I didn't think I'd see you hanging around

You must have nothing to do

I'm sick - I love to watch you squirm, trying to hide the truth



Win some, lose some



I'd like to hire a famous painter to creosote your mouth

Throw a few devious questions about

To see if you got out of that or got out

It's the same lines you expect me to swallow

Well there is no need to hide the fact

Win some, lose some -

I've lost too much to let you sit back and relax



Win some, lose some