Little liar, a naughty boy
Light a fire and dance in the smoke
Every night, write a brand new song
When I was younger there was nothing in my way at all
Talks nice, like he’s grown up right
Don’t tell a soul
Maybe I like my coffee cold
Maybe I’m crazy but just maybe this is how I roll
Hold the line, it’s the radio
They might need a story, so maybe I’ll try light the ceiling up
And dance to my own puppet show
Crazy cause I’m in control
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