Hey white liar. The truth comes out a little at a time. And it spreads just like a fire. Slips off of your tongue like turpentine. And I don't know why, white liar.
Well, I've been saved by the grace of southern charm. I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card. If you wanna pick a fight, well, I'm gonna have to say good night.