Where I Draw the Line

Eclipse your lips

and stop those fibs!

Insistin' you like the cut of my jib...

Everyone knows in reality,

you're lookin' down your nose at me. 

I heard by word of mouth, you see?

that you were lyin' through your teeth,

that your lies come

straight past your gums.

Little white lies

from the ice on your tongue. 

Oh this is where I draw the line!

You'll be indentured for your crime. 

 

The End

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