THE ART OF LYING

my lies are poetry, darlin',
and they's written just for you
a load of crap in your sweet lap
but sprinkled with some true

the question be what do you see
how does it make you feel --
have i conveyed my message, babe,
with my outlandish spiel?

don't search my words for details
but let them flow and be --
the impression of an earnest gal
of true sincerity

and you may know deep down inside
my love is wrapped in lies
but i'm counting on your good, sweet love
to shield me from your eyes

for lying is my poetry
it's my talent, craft, and tool
i am a mistress of the lie
and you my bestest fool