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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Duarte
Guitar
Brannen Temple
Drums
Jessica Will
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Duarte
Songwriter
Beth Lee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis Herring
Producer
Lyrics
Every time we meet
Walking up and down the street
A freaking night to be adored
Coming back for more
Thought you were my friends
Some things they never, ain't never end
Yeah, you call me on the phone
Then you came up to my home
Asking me for money to spare
To ease my pain and despair
Set up in me fast
The jar hits towards this glass, it's the last
Telling lies, lies, lies
Never look me in the eye
Trouble coming through my door
Coming back for more
Guess it ain't no surprise
You telling me lies, lies, lies
I put my best boots on for you
And then I shine up my back shoes
I ran a comb through my hair
I duck a lob behind my ear
And then I get a call, you ain't gon' make it all night long
Don't you dare
Back down on the street
I see you dragging your two feet
You act like your feet ain't sore
I've seen this act many times before
I thought you were my friends
Some things they never, ain't never end
You telling lies, lies, lies
Never look me in the eye
Trouble coming through my door
Coming back for more
Guess it ain't no surprise
You telling me a lie, lies, lies
Tell you a lie
Writer(s): Beth Lee, Chris Duarte
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