L I E S

wasted and worn out by five pm
I cant wait for the day to  end
meetings, business, top executs
they haven't gotten to me yet
but when I get home, quarter to six
you hand me the same ole s**t
I don't understand why I love you
and what makes you do the things you do
I cant stand anymore 
I've heard it all before
don't you ever run out of lies
I gave you money, I gave you a home
tell me what more can you own
I don't ask for thank yous just for trust
maybe you should be on the very next bus
tortured and beaten with mad intent
but I still manage to pay the rent
i'm asking for nothing and getting less
remember the price tag on your dress
you smoke kent lights and I smoke kools
the man smoking camels thinks i'm a fool
lying b***h