Old Lies

 (c) 1996 Jeanne O'Lone/Magic Lamp Music

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Old Lies often come back home to roost;

didja think I’d never learn the truth?

And where there’s one, there are many more –

like a cockroach on the kitchen floor.

 

I wanted so to believe

that you would never deceive

me.

 

She told her story oh, so well,

that the truth rang out like a clear glass bell.

And its tolling broke my heart in two;

I don’t know if there’s anything left for you.

 

I wanted so to believe

that you would never deceive

me.

 

How could you look into my eyes

and tell me such a horrid lie?

Didja think so little of me? 

How could you say you loved me?

How could you?

How could you?

How?

 

Old Lies often come back home to roost;

didja think I’d never learn the truth?

And where there’s one, there are many more –

like a cockroach on the kitchen floor.  

 

I wanted so to believe

that you would never deceive

me.