Turn the pictures inside out
Display the madness of your route,
Filled with charm and misintent,
Counting up the mone spent!
Chorus:
Talk about me, and give a misimpression
But, you know,
And it's your deception
Fill the world with gay milieu,
Until the time has come to pay,
Fleeting memories disappear,
"I beg your pardon, I don't hear"
Chorus:
To your face she smiles and grins
But to your back, she'll do you in!
She's your friend, without a doubt
The kind of friend she talks about
Chorus:
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