lying is a drug.

Liar, liar, why do you lie?

Why do you spin such tales of sorrow?

Who is this boy of whom you speak?

And why are his cheeks so hollow?

You say he is plagued with disease:

An illness of mind, almost fatal?

Yet he smiles when his eyes wish to cry,

just so that he can be normal?

Liar, liar, why do you lie?

Why do you sing such sad, tragic song?

Who is this man of whom you talk?

And why does his life do him so wrong?

You say he is morbidly large,

Yet he eats not but one meal a day?

You say he is unloved by all,

But his parents, for him, always pray?

Liar, liar, why do you lie?

Just listen, dear Mirror, enough with the lies.