Joe Bonamassa

You said you weren’t a good liar. That was Lie #1.
You said your partying days were over, but the party’s just begun.
You said it was a Friday thing, a shot or two of booze.
And in the middle of Tuesday, you’re drunk and can’t find your shoes.
You let all your lovers go, you swore to God it was true,
The phone is ringing off the hook, with dudes looking for you.
You whisper things I’ve never heard.
But the thing is baby, I believed every word.
You said you weren’t a good liar. That was Lie #1.
You said your partying days were over, but the party’s just begun.
Lie #1, Lie #1 – oh help me now.