Standard Lie Number One

Guess I've either heard or told all the standard lie. Cause when I hear him telling one, it comes as no surprise. He never has a new one, they're the ones he's told before. And I've kinda' got em ' numbered, and it's just like keeping score. He says sorry I'm so late but I ran into an old friend. I know that one well, that's old standard number ten. I won't be home for dinner hun cause I'll be workin late. Well score one more for good ol ' standard lie number eight. There's no way of keeping score on standard number for. He tells himself that I don't know what's goin ' on. Then he come's home after midnight, When he's got his cheatin ' done and Whispers that he loves me standard lie number one. Those lie's are his favorites, they're the ones he likes to tell. But there's a different set of numbers, for the ones I tell myself. But my lies hurt me so much more than his old stories do. Cause I know his are lies, and I pretend that mine are true. Standard number three is that someday I'm gonna leave. Number two is, he'll be sorry when I'm gone. But the biggest one of all, the one that keeps me hangin' on. Is that he really loves me. Standard lie number one. Standard lie number one. Standard lie number one.