Tell Me The Truth


You’re upper-classy. Mean an’ nasty.
s-lip-per-ry, you gotta hold on me.
Sharp-fork tongue, can’t do no right for wrong.
Ain’t that the truth? The bitter truth?
Took my fancy, talkin’ sassy.
Bitchin’ me, don’t give it out for free.
Bang a gong, you like ’em big ‘n’ strong.
Ain’t that the truth? The bitter truth?

I hear lies. Sweet, sweet lies.
When we’re out together I don’t mind,
but baby when we get home:
tell me the truth.

You’re fancy-flashy, fun but catty.
Ignore me, but I’m your destiny.
Sing your songs, why don’t we get along?
Tell me the truth. The bitter truth.
You’re chatty-batty, cash ‘n’ carry,
cute ‘n’ sweet, I’m not your cup of tea.
Playin’ me along, I’ve bin a fool too long.
Ain’t that the truth? The bitter truth.

I hear lies. Sweet, sweet lies.
When we’re out together, it’s alright:
Baby you can whisper sweet nothin’s all night long.
I hear lies. Sweet, sweet lies.
When we’re out together, it’s alright
but baby when we get home:
tell me the truth.

BRIDGE

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©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Tell me lies. Sweet, sweet lies.
Won’t take long, you like ’em big ‘n’ strong.
I won’t cum in your mouth
Tell me the truth, I want some truth.
waggin’ your sharp-fork(ed) tongue,
flashin’ your silver tongue,


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