Double-cross a lover While she's sleeping upstairs Betray your best friend And never give a care You could eat a flea for breakfast Put a saddle on an ant Ride it like a pony To the centipede dance The lies you tell yourself The lies you tell the world The never-ending lies That pushed away your girl You could hide inside a thimble Crawl under a door Get lost for an hour In a crack in the floor Leave a trail of destruction, Misery and loss Turn and walk away Let others pay the cost You could build yourself a castle With toenails and sand And declare yourself king Of Tiny Little Land by Richard W. Bray
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