It gets cold here in my apartment
In the heat of July
Turn up the radio as far as it can go
Keeps me from wondering why
Wondering why
I need a fast car cause my emotions are
Tight as a rubber band
Maybe it's what I get for taking whats given
I've been living with the ghost of a man
Ghost of a man
I ain't asking for much
I ain't asking you to swear on your mama's grave
So won't you lie a little when you're kissing me boy
Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you
Just you meet me in the middle
Truth is just a riddle
So won't you lie a little
Baby I know just what you're thinking there
You wear it on your sleeve
And I've tried everything from praying to drinking right in front of you
But you won't see
No, you won't see
I ain't asking for much
I ain't asking you to swear on your mama's grave
So won't you lie a little when you're kissing me boy
Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you
Just you meet me in the middle
Truth is just a riddle
So won't you lie a little
Lie a little more, yeah yeah
I ain't asking you to keep all your promises
Cross your heart and hope to die
So lie a little when you're kissing me boy
Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you
Just you meet me in the middle
Truth is just a riddle
It gets cold here, in my apartment
In the heat of July
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