Eric Champion. Unexpected. Serious. Zeneszám

I?m a sentence spinner
An adjective machine
Spitting out syllables
Rarely say what I mean
All my shotgun statements
Are meant to confuse
Throw the dogs off the scent
That can lead to the truth
And expose me
But you see...

She?s calling my bluff
She?s taking me serious
Maybe I am too
She?s playing too rough
She?s taking me serious
Maybe it?s the truth

I?ve always made an effort
To put things in the way
Try to guard my heart
With a cynical gaze
But she?s been staring right back
Spending my time like cash
She?s been throwing down challenges
I might have met my match

You can lie so long
That you take it as truth
Then someone comes along
And reveals it to you
Can no longer hide
Behind a wink and a nod
Now the gig is up
Got to lay down all your cards

They say in every lie
There?s a clue to the truth
And she?s been collecting evidence
That she?s gonna use
She?s been dusting for heart-prints
And recording my face
When I open up my mouth
I?m only helping her case