Ezra Furman - Compulsive liar

^CI've got one fatal flaw: ^CI'm a compulsive liar ^FIf I don't love you, I will ^Ctell you anything ^CAnd even if I love you ^CI'll always be conniving ^FI'll always be negoti^Cating with the truth

^GAnd I can trace the habit ^FTo when I ^Fm7was eleven ^AmAnd I thought ^Emboys were pretty And I ^Fcouldn't tell no ^Gone

^CIt opens at a young age: ^CThat all-protective closet ^FJust lock the door And settle ^Gin among the raincoats ^CThe longer you stay in there The ^Cmore you'll get distorted ^FThe more contorted all your ^Clies will have to be

^GDon't wait a moment longer: ^FStand up and ^Fm7turn the doorknob ^AmAnd I'll tell ^Emyou my secret If ^Fyou will ^Gtell me you^Crs