(Liar, liar)

You
Write your songs of love
Like the channel of the century
And I'm receiving like I'm meant to be impressed
By you
Following your lust
Like an intrepid adventurer
While you leave your trail of
Disaster

Sing it
Like you've never said it before
Mean it
With your wasted heart
Try to believe that there's
Something to stay for
But there's always before and after
For the entertainer

Time
Folds out on itself
Like a never-ending mystery
And I wonder will there ever be enough
Time
To write your book of wrongs
And delight us like a bachelor
Is that why they call you
The entertainer

Sing it
Like you've never said it before
Mean it
With your wasted heart
Try to believe that there's
Something to stay for
But there's always before and after
For the entertainer

Sing it
Like you've never said it before
Mean it
With your wasted heart
Try to believe that there's
Nothing, to stay for
But there's always before and after
For the entertainer