-=- First Thing -=-
R.O.O.O.M first thing
As a rule
I prefer fact over fiction
Now your chicken's coming home to roost
And you're in the soup
When I heard the things they said
Never paid much attention
I thought it was a jealousy
Over you & me
Did you think I was blind
Have I got a white stick
Did you think you would fly
In the face of it
You know it's about time
Boy, I'm gonna have to prick your conscience
Look into my eyes baby
You can tell me all your lies honey
But youre in for a surprise
First thing he'll say
Why don't you believe a word I say
Next thing he'll say
Your friends never liked me anyway
Next thing he'll do
Give me diamonds, treat me like a fool
But this time he'll pay
He ain't never gonna get away with it, with it, with it
Come on, open up
And gimme what you got
You're looking kinda hot to me
But outside it's only 6 degrees
Everytime you tell another lie
Your nose grows
A little like Pinocchio
(You're talking kinda funny
And you're looking like you've nothing to say)
So sweet talk all you like, baby
And tell me all your lies, honey
Don't make another sound, baby
Not this time around baby
You're busted, you've been found out
First thing he'll say
Why don't you believe a word I say
Next thing he'll say
Your friends never liked me anyway
Next thing he'll do
Give me diamonds, treat me like a fool
But this time he'll pay
He ain't never gonna get away with it, with it, with it
So sweet talk all you like, baby
And tell me all your lies, honey
Don't make another sound, baby
Not this time around
You're busted, you've been found out
First thing he'll say
Why don't you believe a word I say
Next thing he'll say
Your friends never liked me anyway
Next thing he'll do
Give me diamonds, treat me like a fool
But this time he'll pay
He ain't never gonna get away with it, with it, with it
Lizzy, vrouw, 39 jaar
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