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(Guitarra Solo faz isso durante a estrofe abaixo:)
Well once I was persuaded
To open up my head
I told them how it was
And went and got it wrong instead
I said would you believe me
If you only knew
I'd been stealing everything
This conversation's through
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground, in a tall hat
He's a liar, he's a liar
And a good one at that
Say what you want to, say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel
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So I told them all I could
About what could they expect
But I lost my sense of smell
And I gained my self-respect
They told me I was curious
I told them they were slow
And he asked me where I get this stuff
I told them I don't know
And The boy cried whoopi de dee
There's a woman with a moustache
Who won't let me be
She was born on a Monday
She's a hundred and four
She's a liar, she's a liar
And a little bit more
Say what you want to, say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel
(Todos com bends)
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground, in a tall hat
He's a liar, he's a liar
And a good one at that
Say what you want to, say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel
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