33 lyrics for "Tell me your lies"
That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.
PlayWith your little white lies, little white lies If this room was burning I wouldn't even notice 'Cause you've been taking up my mind You say you're a good girl But I know you would girl 'Cause you've been telling me all night You say it's getting late
PlayWhat did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the
PlayStand there and look into my eyes And tell me that all we had were lies Show me that to you it don't count And I'll stand here if you prefer Yes I'll leave you without a word Hey you can tell the world That you're leaving And you can pack your bags And
PlayIs you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this
PlayLies, lies, lies You told me this, you told me that You're tryin' to tell me, tell me where it's at You said you loved me, I can see through that You left me hangin', hangin' from a limb You said you loved me, then you left with him Lord you did to me, I
PlayWhen I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story
PlayLet me be your friend Baby, let me in 'Cause I got you, you, oh You, I got you, I got you We can get high, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get low, oh, nah-nah-nah Tell you no lies, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get lost, oh, nah-nah-nah Take it all off, oh, nah-nah-nah
PlayI heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It
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