When everything’s in perfect peace,
Here come that liar with his deceit,
Make believe that he love you so well,
Till every day he must come an’ tell.
“Let me tell you, my sister, if you jes’ knew
What a certain somebody tell me ’bout you.”
He studies up lie and tell it so smooth,
Until you think undoubtedly must be true.
He’ll bring you out to trace de tale,
An’ if you don’t mind you’ll be put in jail.