[chorus]
[a capella]
There.
Fooooooooore,
I lie with her,
And sheeeeeeeeeeee,
With me.
And in,
Our faults by lies,
We flattered be.
[drop]
[instrumental]
[verse 1]
When my love swears,
That she is made of truth,
I do believe her,
Though I know she lies,
That she might think me,
Some untutored youth,
Unlearn-ed in,
The world’s false subtleties.
[chorus]
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
[verse 2]
Thus vainly thinkin’,
That she thinks me young,
Although she knows,
My days are past the best,
Simply I credit,
Her false-speakin’ tongue.
On both sides thus,
Is simple truth suppressed.
[chorus]
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
(Well!)
[bridge]
[steel guitar solo]
[verse 3]
But wherefore says she,
Not she is unjust?
And wherefore say,
Not I that I am old?
O! love’s best habit,
Is in seeming trust,
And age in love,
Loves not to have years told.
[chorus]
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
Hell yeah, I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
Yeah in our faults by lies we flattered be!