Lying (Topley-Bird Martina)

I walked out of the house in your Girlfriend's clothes They fit me better than I would Have supposed My mind close the curtain On a lonely repose And when I walk around town Everybody knows I'm lying with you Backsliding with you Not trying with you I'm lying with you Out of the house with hangover shame Don't punish me for not calling you Come by the house, I'll be there at eight, Waiting on the stoop for you I'm lying with you Backsliding with you I'm not trying with you I'm lying with you Where are you Ilya? Where are you Ilya? Telephone's ringing and I'm at work Look around to see if anybody heard When I'm undercover I know it's absurd But I want it and I can't say no But I want it and I can't say no I'm lying with you Backsliding with you Not trying with you I'm lying with you Where are you? Where are you? Dadada