Pack of Lies

A bed for more than nappin’?
Suits me fine.
If that’s what’s gonna happen,
I don’t mind.
If life were all about it,
That’s one thing.
But I can do without it,
So I sing:

That I still get quite a fever
When I look in her eyes
Though I don’t I don’t believe her
Pack of lies.
She is only a deceiver
Who will not compromise
But gladly devise
Your sorrow —

To beg & still & borrow –
Isn’t me.
But leave it till tomorrow
And you’ll see.
A bed that’s made for beddin’
That’s okay.
If that’s where we are headin’
Make my day.

But I still get quite a fever
When I look in her eyes
Though I don’t believe her
Pack of lies.
She is only a deceiver
Who will not compromise
But gladly devise
Your sorrow –

I’m gonna be with the three of them tonight!
Yes I will, and it will surely be a blessing!
And the things I will see of them tonight
Are not things that come from only an undressing –
They are phantoms of the fever
That I found in her eyes –
Never to believe her
Pack of lies!
They are pawns of the deceiver
Who will not compromise
But gladly devise your pain.

They are phantoms of the fever
That I found in her eyes –
Never to believe her 
Pack of lies!
They are pawns of the deceiver
Who will not compromise
But gladly devise your pain.
She’s got to devise
Your pain.
Your death, your demise,
Your bane –
Your death, your demise,
Your pain –
She’s got to devise
Your bane –
Your death, your demise –

(REPEAT AND FADE)

Copyright © 2015
by Andrew Michael Pope
Berkeley, CA.