I want expensive not cheap

And all the secrets that you keep

Should be quietly put to sleep

Not then not when not yet this week

I have told a thousand lies

But this time he is surprised

Cut the alibis from my eyes

From my eyes

Eyes

One sample of your wit

You ask me round to baby-sit

Just sat there smiling from a pit

Is the goddess of the vimly lit

I have told a thousand lies

But this time he is surprised

Cut the alibis from my eyes

From my eyes

From my eyes

I want you pretty not polite

And all those compliments you invite

They should burn by candlelight

Not tomorrow next week but just tonight

I have told a thousand lies

But this time he is surprised

You cut the alibis from my eyes

From my eyes

From my eyes

I have told a thousand lies

I have told a thousand lies

From my eyes

I have told a thousand lies

This time he is surprised

I have told a thousand lies

I have told a thousand lies