Do I lie, Do I lie? Do I, Do I, Do I?
Do I lie when I say she's not a rotten apple?
Do I lie when I call her good?
Skipping school, smoking cigarettes, not like a good girl should.
Do I deny, Do I deny? Do I, Do I, Do I?
Do I deny her blatant unhinged anger?
Do I deny her smoker's breath?
"What else could she be into?" they say, "Pot? Crack? Meth?"
Do I cry, Do I cry? Do I, Do I, Do I?
Do I cry out in anger when they cut her down?
Do I cry out praise abound?
I want to believe the logic in my brain, but my heart's an immovable mound.
Why lie? Why lie? Why lie? Why?
I know she's just no good.
But I also know, one thing for sure
I can't resist that incredible lure.
A girl who's just no good for me
Yet I can't let it be
Because damn, when I see her smile...