I meant every word I said
But only said half the words I meant
There's a loma where they came from,
I suppose I'll get left unsent
Like conversations started,
but don't know which way went
Lips don't miss the wish for a kiss,
and time doesn't care how it's spent
And the only way a white lie shows
Is the length of the gap between truths
In prison any feelings usually display
And they wear white sheets
So it was simplified to one great fib
Just got their lips round good sex RSA
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you're wearing a
And I suspect those described as driven
Are usually driven by the mom or the dad
Motivation's something you work on
If you can't spell properly your head
And if self -belief is something you started,
it's probably in a book I once had.
Self -belief, the first target, a thief,
the last thing on the mind of the man.
And when it comes to your
and as usual, the cat's got your tongue,
Be glad we're livin' in a
Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung,
Pushed a chair to pension
So it was simplified to one great fib
She's got the lips round good sex are a sin
So if you find less spit in our lap
Make sure you're wearing a bib
From where I'm sat, the lady's not fat
She's skinny, we're just the one long
And the send -off plan, the thirty -piece band
And anyone here who's not sure
Got here but how they forgot
And anyone dare to ask what for
Will get what for on the spot
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you write a few cards you
