Lie upon lie,
Tears are cried,
The truth to hide
So that mother won't chide.
Eventually she finds out,
And then takes us aside,
Warns us no man wants a bride,
Who to her mother has always lied.
That night in bed we cry,
And with a sigh,
Promise to say bye,
To ever saying a lie,
Till the day we die.
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