Liar, liar.
Pants on fire.Hello miss fake bitch
I hope you're doing well.
I know a secret about you.
Do you mind if I tell?Wait before you say no
I have to tell you first
that I know I'm not the best
But, child, this thing is the worst.Liar, liar.
Do you ever get tired?I was walking down the block
Not my taste, but I was bored.
Then I heard someone scream
Then saw you running out the door.There were tears in your eyes
I couldn't keep up with your pace
So I looked towards the house
And I saw the persons faceLiar, liar.
You should just aim higher.They were old, intoxicated,
tired, agitated. Just enough
to yell & scream at you.You should've
knew that was some fake love.I would say fake as yourself.
But that is just low.
So I went to the store
And I got you this bow.Liar, liar.
What will you acquire.I know we haven't been on
the best terms for all I've known.
So I wanna show you something
Show you that you're not alone.And I know that I'm annoying
Know that I'm "such a bitch"
But I have to tell you something
Some people just like to snitch.Liar, liar.
What do you desire?So we friends now, right?
Good. Let's hang out like friends do.