Storyteller

A liar, deciever, cheater.

Once upon a time there was a princess all alone.

Then one day comes her lover but by then she hadn't known.

How deceitful he had been when he wasn't by her side.

'Cause the whole time he'd been gone, his girl had been denied.

What intelligence he held, like a knight and shining armour.

The prince had been a looker, a bit of shine, some sort of charmer.

One day she found a web of lies, entangled through, a big surprise.

"Don't fret about the things you've heard.  Jealous girls.  They're all absurd."

He tells her this, but lies are lies.

She knows his fault by the look in his eyes.

She knows he's lying, she knows a storyteller,

hears his lovemaking down by the wine cellar.

Once upon a time there was a princess all alone,

who discovered what it's like to feel a pain despite her own.

When you hear about the storyteller, don't forget what you've been taught.

A liar is a liar, they'll be told until they're bought.