Lying - Martina Topley-Bird

I walked out of the house in your girlfriend’s clothes

They fit me better than I would have supposed

My mind close the curtain on a lonely repose

When I walk around town everybody knows

I’m lying with you

Backsliding with you

Not trying with you

I’m lying with you

Out of the house with hangover shame

Don’t punish me for not calling you

Come by the house, I’ll be there at eight

Waiting on the stoop for you

I’m lying with you

Backsliding with you

I’m not trying with you

I’m lying with you

Where are you, Ilya?

Where are you, Ilya?

Telephone’s ringing and I’m at work

Look around to see if anybody heard

When I’m undercover I know it’s absurd

But I want it and I can’t say no

But I want it and I can’t say no

I’m lying with you

Backsliding with you

Not trying with you

I’m lying with you

Where are you?

Where are you?

Dadada