Ben Folds - Last Polka Lyrics
Well she crept back in the house at half past threeShook her head to see him snoring in his sleepIf he really loved me, she saidI wouldn't have to be so mean...He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawerHe sometimes likes to spread it out around the floorIt's evidence of what he was likeHe likes to remember when...Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie?The end is growing nearAnd we're treading water nowAnd holding back our tearsAnd the day is risingWe're sinkingShall I lie?In a minute it will all be coming downAnd they know it now but no one makes a soundIt's such a shame to ruin this brightLazy sunny day...Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie?The end is growing nearAnd we're treading water nowWe're holding back our tearsAnd the day is risingWe're sinkingShall I lie?My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a wordMy my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heardShe said, You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you.He said, Well I hate that it's come to thisBut baby I was doing fine. How do you thinkThat I survived the other 25 before you?Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie?The end is growing nearAnd we're treading water nowAnd holding back our tearsAnd the day is risingWe're sinking...Shall I lie?
