Liar, liar
An acquired taste
Your mouth is fire
Your past a disgrace
Liar, liar
I trust only you
Your story I admire
And your lies, too
Runner, runner
You'll do as I say
I was a goner
Since I told you to stay
Desire, desire
Nothing, is what love is
*Perhaps I'm the liar
We can't run from this*
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
Liar, liar
An acquired taste
Your mouth is fire
Your past a disgrace
Liar, liar
I trust only you
Your story I admire
And your lies, too
Runner, runner
You'll do as I say
I was a goner
Since I told you to stay
Desire, desire
Nothing, is what love is
*Perhaps I'm the liar
We can't run from this*
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