Sunday 10th Feb skirmish. Prompt = LIAR
One take on a six string ukulele.
I (Dm) should have seen it coming from the (Bb) very (F) day we (Dm) met.
You claimed you were a natural (Bb) blonde, but down (F) there you're a bru(Dm)nette.
You (Bb) said I thrilled you to the (F) bone,
But (Bb) half the time you'd leave me on my (F) own.
And (Dm) cruise the bars to (Bb) see what else (F) you could (Dm) get.
You (C) promised me forever, but you turned out to be a (Dm) liar.
I (C) could have warmed my hands all winter on your pants on (Dm) fire.
Sorting (Bb) truth from lies with (F) you was like crossing barbed (Dm) wire.
If I'd a (F) cent for every one of your lies, I could re(Dm)tire.
(Dm) You took me for a sucker and (Bb) I just (F) played a(Dm) long
You claimed our associ(Bb)ation would (F) be life(Dm)long.
I (Bb) guessed you told me porky (F) pies
But you (Bb) surely had me hypno(F)tized
(Dm) When in the end I (Bb)couldn't tell (F) right from (Dm) wrong.
(Dm) You had told me I was your (Bb) only Sir (F)Gala(Dm)had
But your string of lovers could (Bb) fill an O(F)lympi(Dm)ad.
Your (Bb) excuses for being (F) late
Got more fan(Bb)tastic with every (F) date.
Then you (Dm) took off like a rocket (Bb) from a (F)launching (Dm) pad.
CHORUS (Alt Last Line)
I guess I'm lucky that under that pressure I did not expire.