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So - this was our Greatest Hit and got us our 36hrs of Record Company interest, sometime in the last Century :-)
I'll also post the version Chaz's Band - The President's Men - did.........
I'll also post the version Chaz's Band - The President's Men - did.........
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Lyrics
Cut-down Dude in his blue suede feet
High Street Girl who is looking so sweet
So he asks her to come out for a spin
All alone for just one day
While the Cat's at her Mothers the mice will play
So he asks her to spend the night with him
He simply adored her
He couldn't ignore her
He carefully slips off his wedding ring
Those Little Lies
We all tell those Little Lies
In our Little Lives
We all tell those Little Lies
Tight Black Skirt who is on the game
Car slows down; you don't ask his name
So she gets in and sits down by his side
Settle down in the bucket seat
Ignore the stink of the booze and the feet
I'm 16 and innocent she lied
And then in the morning
Without word of a warning
She took his heart and wallet for a ride
I know a Girl you can call her name
If you ask her to dance will you see her again?
Middle-aged and Middle-class
Waiting for a lover, not the first or the last time
She holds him
That glitter in her eyes
A young man's touch is why she's there
Her mother's around, but she don't care
He makes her feel so much alive
She moves to enfold him
Disrobe and behold him
They say that dead man never tell no lies
Those Little Lies
We all tell those Little Lies
In our little lives
We all tell those Little Lies
Those Little Lies
Those Little Lies
High Street Girl who is looking so sweet
So he asks her to come out for a spin
All alone for just one day
While the Cat's at her Mothers the mice will play
So he asks her to spend the night with him
He simply adored her
He couldn't ignore her
He carefully slips off his wedding ring
Those Little Lies
We all tell those Little Lies
In our Little Lives
We all tell those Little Lies
Tight Black Skirt who is on the game
Car slows down; you don't ask his name
So she gets in and sits down by his side
Settle down in the bucket seat
Ignore the stink of the booze and the feet
I'm 16 and innocent she lied
And then in the morning
Without word of a warning
She took his heart and wallet for a ride
I know a Girl you can call her name
If you ask her to dance will you see her again?
Middle-aged and Middle-class
Waiting for a lover, not the first or the last time
She holds him
That glitter in her eyes
A young man's touch is why she's there
Her mother's around, but she don't care
He makes her feel so much alive
She moves to enfold him
Disrobe and behold him
They say that dead man never tell no lies
Those Little Lies
We all tell those Little Lies
In our little lives
We all tell those Little Lies
Those Little Lies
Those Little Lies
lholden
You have such a relaxed, pleasant voice. I like the traditional, steely sound on the guitar. Well done.