I Can Tell A Lie - Peter Allen

I’ve told so many stories that my mind pretends

Falsehoods are my brothers

They’re my good friends

And big sad tears

They’re my next of kin

But anytime you want me to

I can be genuine

Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet

On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun

I’ll make you heartbreaking rhymes

I’ll give you pleasure sometimes

And I can tell a lie

But I just can’t sing one

I was born in a house where the windows were wide

And the lovin' indoors it matched the livin' outside

Our mornings they were early they were noisy and fine

Would you like to believe a song of mine?

Then all you’ve got to do is just

Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet

On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun

I’ll make you heartbreaking rhymes

I’ll give you pleasure sometimes

And I can tell a lie

But I just can’t sing one

There’s a woman in my feather-bed

She’s wearin' honeysuckle perfume

And ribbons of red

She’s lets her hair hang

Her eyes are cornflower blue

And if you don’t think this story rings true

Just sit me in front of an unbroken spinet

On a ladder back-chair with my face to the sun

I’ll make you heartbreaking rhymes

I’ll give you pleasure sometimes

And I can tell a lie

But I just can’t sing one