Turn the pictures inside out Display the madness of your route, Filled with charm and misintent, Counting up the mone spent! Chorus: Talk about me, and give a misimpression But, you know, And it's your deception. Fill the world with gay milieu, Until the time has come to pay, Fleeting memories disappear, "I beg your pardon, I don't hear" Chorus: To your face she smiles and grins But to your back, she'll do you in! She's your friend, without a doubt The kind of friend she talks about... Chorus: I'd like to submit this to Lyred.com