Your Lyin' Eyes

country rock, country pop, 1970s west coast country

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Oh boy, here we go again...
Watch him fix his hair, y'all... 1, 2, 3, go!

He strolls into the bar like he’s God’s own gift to earth
Adjusting his jacket, checking his hair in the glass
He targets a table of women just having a night out
Thinking, "Watch this, I'm gonna show some class"
He orders a bottle of the cheapest house red wine
But he asks the waiter to serve it in a fancy bucket of ice
He leans in closely and drops his favorite cliché lines
Bless his heart, he really thinks he’s being smooth and nice

He looks me in the eye and says I am his "everything"
That he’s finally found the one he’s been searching for
But while he’s whispering that sweet, rehearsed poetry
He’s already checking out the girl who just walked through the door
He’ll promise you the moon, the stars, and the whole damn sky
Swearing up and down that he’s a loyal, changed man
But he’ll cheat with any woman who gives him half a look
Catching every single numbers game that he possibly can

Oh, you can't hide it with your lyin' eyes
We’re all just laughing at your beautiful disguise
You think you’re a player, a real Casanova star
But we’ve seen your type in every single bar
Yeah, your lyin' eyes are just a comedy tonight

He tries his luck with Sarah, tells her she’s his "only world"
Then he pivots to Jessica with the exact same line
He doesn't even notice that we’re sharing a group chat
Exposing his texts in real-time while we wine
It’s cute how he thinks he’s a mastermind of romance
Weaving a web like a spider in the dark
But honey, you’re not a wolf hunting in the woods
You’re just a poodle barking in the park

By midnight his grand performance is crashing to the floor
The audience is bored and they’re calling for an Uber ride
He’s left with his rehearsed sighs and his empty wallet
And a massive, bruised country-rock ego inside
We wave him goodbye, leave a generous tip for the staff
And drive away singing with the windows rolled down low
Leaving him there to explain to the bartender
Why his card got declined at the end of the show

No, you can't hide it with your lyin' eyes
We’re all just laughing at your beautiful disguise
You think you’re a player, a real Casanova star
But we’ve seen your type in every single bar
Yeah, your lyin' eyes are just a comedy tonight

You call me your "everything", your "only world" and prize
But honey, we’ve got Wi-Fi, and we’re sharing all your lies
Yeah, your phone's been blowing up, we see the pattern that you trace
You’re trying to run a marathon but you can't even tie your lace
We know exactly what you do, we know your little game
To you, it’s just a playground, but to us... you’re just a shame!
We're onto you, babe!

Better luck next time, buddy...
Yeah, keep practicing those lines...
Oh, those sweet, predictable lyin' eyes...
Bye, Felicia.

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Oh boy, here we go again... Watch him fix his hair, y'all... 1, 2, 3, go! He strolls into the bar like he’s God’s own gift to earth Adjusting his jacket, checking his hair in the glass He targets a table of women just having a night out Thinking, "Watch this, I'm gonna show some class" He orders a bottle of the cheapest house red wine But he asks the waiter to serve it in a fancy bucket of ice He leans in closely and drops his favorite cliché lines Bless his heart, he really thinks he’s being smooth and nice He looks me in the eye and says I am his "everything" That he’s finally found the one he’s been searching for But while he’s whispering that sweet, rehearsed poetry He’s already checking out the girl who just walked through the door He’ll promise you the moon, the stars, and the whole damn sky Swearing up and down that he’s a loyal, changed man But he’ll cheat with any woman who gives him half a look Catching every single numbers game that he possibly can Oh, you can't hide it with your lyin' eyes We’re all just laughing at your beautiful disguise You think you’re a player, a real Casanova star But we’ve seen your type in every single bar Yeah, your lyin' eyes are just a comedy tonight He tries his luck with Sarah, tells her she’s his "only world" Then he pivots to Jessica with the exact same line He doesn't even notice that we’re sharing a group chat Exposing his texts in real-time while we wine It’s cute how he thinks he’s a mastermind of romance Weaving a web like a spider in the dark But honey, you’re not a wolf hunting in the woods You’re just a poodle barking in the park By midnight his grand performance is crashing to the floor The audience is bored and they’re calling for an Uber ride He’s left with his rehearsed sighs and his empty wallet And a massive, bruised country-rock ego inside We wave him goodbye, leave a generous tip for the staff And drive away singing with the windows rolled down low Leaving him there to explain to the bartender Why his card got declined at the end of the show No, you can't hide it with your lyin' eyes We’re all just laughing at your beautiful disguise You think you’re a player, a real Casanova star But we’ve seen your type in every single bar Yeah, your lyin' eyes are just a comedy tonight You call me your "everything", your "only world" and prize But honey, we’ve got Wi-Fi, and we’re sharing all your lies Yeah, your phone's been blowing up, we see the pattern that you trace You’re trying to run a marathon but you can't even tie your lace We know exactly what you do, we know your little game To you, it’s just a playground, but to us... you’re just a shame! We're onto you, babe! Oh, you can't hide it with your lyin' eyes We’re all just laughing at your beautiful disguise You think you’re a player, a real Casanova star But we’ve seen your type in every single bar Yeah, your lyin' eyes are just a comedy tonight Better luck next time, buddy... Yeah, keep practicing those lines... Oh, those sweet, predictable lyin' eyes... Bye, Felicia.

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