wash your mouth with soap then kiss me

 
liars in the mix
fifty fifty as you sift through all of the guile
then you weigh fantasy and pure fabrication
 
erase the guilt your needed sanctuary
ensconced in little white lies
that makes a girl a believer
and who knows I might romance a man
 
perhaps he is given to fancy himself
turning words over laced with truth
metaphors suggesting love
but well veiled promises
 
Romeo and Juliet
a tragedy or fantasy?
 
enjoyable tears shed  
for a man too beautiful for me
my intelligence puts me in his league
but my past makes me low end
 
when I was a teen everything was an adventure
and the truth the circles you run in
wouldn't fit me I came across that type as teen
they're just no my thing
 
my pretty little liar
you know I wouldn't fit in your life
I might just say something if provoked
 
easy darling for you I would eat my words
but really that's the best part of me
seducing your ego
honesty is we fit here
truth is I know I piss you off at times
would you like it better if I lied to you