no tears my dear
dearest can you hear this
you should get yourself some rest
read me poems and rhyme me stories
until morning it was nice to meet you too

I know you lied, I know you lied...
it's in your eyes, I know you lied...
I know your eyes, it's in your eyes...

congress, distress
the living room was such a mess
I was never one to protest
you were one to lift your dress
wrote you letters, drew you flowers
in the shower for a couple minutes more

I know you lied, I know you lied...
it's in your eyes, I know you lied,
I know your eyes,
it's in your eyes...

talk to me
tell me something that I don't know

I know you lied, I know you lied...
it's in your eyes, I know you lied...
I know your eyes, it's in your eyes...