how are you? i'm good, how are you? goodness gracious... they're staring right at you. mona wears her little smile like she always does every portrait joins right in and strikes a pose they've already made up their minds before they know the truth they see my face they judge me now another guilty verdict before they hear me out you see what you want to see never... what is true you'd love me if you knew me what's a portrait to do? our next exhibit: portrait of a liar mona drops her poker face the cavalier cuts loose every masterpiece unwinds when there's no one left to fool portraits start talking landscapes roll their eyes even all the still life comes alive at night everybody's guessing... nobody asks why... everybody loves a story... even if it's lies... you see what you want to see never... what is true you'd love me if you knew me what's a portrait to do? our next exhibit: portrait of a liar "what's his story?" "look at those eyes..." "why's he looking back?" "he's got something to hide..." "what's his story?" "look at those eyes..." "why's he looking back?" "he's got something to hide..." the last guest has gone... the velvet ropes come down... moonlight fills the gallery... no one's around... morning fills the gallery... another tour walks by... everybody reads my plaque... then reads between my eyes... you see what you want to see never... what is true you'd love me if you knew me what's a portrait to do? on your left... portrait of a liar
