| "Little Lies" | |
| LITTLE LIES Hey, Daddy, are you sick; Youre staying home from work? Son, Im playing a trick On my boss that big jerk. I want to wax the van While the weathers so nice. Its O.K., little man, To tell those little lies. Children see What we do So plainly. Little lies Look large to Little eyes. Mommy, Grams on the phone. You want me to tell her That you are not at home Just like I did before? Shhh, Honey! Not so loud! You dont want her to hear. There are times youre allowed To stretch the truth, my dear. Children see What we do So plainly. Little lies Look large to Little eyes. Why is Daddy crying And packing his suitcase? And why is he trying So hard to hide his face? Sweetheart, Daddys leaving, And though it may seem strange You keep on believing That nothings gonna change. Before you tell those little lies, Look deep into your young childs eyes, And youll see a world so honest A world thats filled with truth and trust. Children see What we do So plainly. Little lies Look large to Little eyes. Little lies Look large to Little eyes. Copyright 2006 Lex Zaleta | |