She’s a puddle in a river
A fire on the sun
a song that they're all singing
out of many, one
She’s a bird in flight
She dark to the light
She’s enough to make Jesus cry
She’s pretty to a gnat
but, hey, she’ll take you back
all she needs is a little white lie
Liar, Liar
She’s on fire
Cheater, Cheater
You can’t beat her
She’s whisper on the wind
Pandora’s box opened
She’s lying in solemn wait
For those problems she’ll create
To take on
a rhythm all its own!
She’s evil to the bone.
Liar, Liar,
She’s on fire
with all those secrets she’s acquired
Cheater, Cheater
You can’t beat her
she’s the fighter
the fire lighter
no one burns brighter
then the liar
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
