Have you seen a better catch?
Well, this guy's a waterproof match
In a downpour of disappointments
Get off your hands and knees
Well, here's a flower between the weeds
And any scratch, well, they're the ointment
Why would I lie? Oh, I
'Cause you'd be pretty as a picture
Why would lie? Oh, I
I couldn't speak no higher
I'll never make a choir
No grief would pacify
Their jokes would make you die
Or at least leave you in stitches
So rich in guts and blood
Their hands are covered in the mud
From building paths out of life's ditches
Why would I lie? Oh, I
This ship will sail by the evening
Why would I lie? Oh, I
Would hate for you to watch them leaving
Oh, I
Doves will fly alright
I swear
Couldn't take a bite out a sweeter pear
You could flip a kite on the breeze you'd share
Why would I lie? Oh, I
'Cause you'd be pretty as a picture
Why would lie? Oh, I
I couldn't speak no higher
I'll never make the choir
I, oh, I
Why would l lie?
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie
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