Petty little liar
Don't lie
You know me
I know you
You've been dirty
In the pub
dance club
I know you
Don't lie
The night you were twerking
In front of a stranger
He slaped on your big fluffy booty
You liked it right?
Now don't lie to me
I know who you are
I know who you are
You took off your top
Made his water drop
Now I know
You lied to me that night
You needed money?
I could give you.
Why did you lie?
That made me die
When he looked at you with his greedy eyes,
I died.
Pretty little liar
Please don't lie
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