She Don't Know That I Lie lyrics

I stumbled out back and threw up in the garden Wiped off my shin and my shoes, and I sauntered inside Another round for the girl in black by the doorway She don't know, that I lie She don't know I spun her well-bothered tale about a boy in the basement From age 8 to 12 lived of Bordeaux and German white wine She asked of his name, but I told her I couldn't place it She don't know, that I lie She don't know She leapt 'cross the bar and our lips met like the beaches on D-Day She tasted of Menthol and brandy, and it was divine She says: Pardon my French, baisez-moi, tu le savoureras She don't know, that I lie She don't know With a handful of hair, I caught my gaze in the mirror I finish myself all over her perfect behind I must be going, au revoir, je m'appelle Dan She don't know, that I lie She don't know, that I lie She don't know, that I lie She don't know