Letras:Martina Topley-Bird. Lying.

I walked out of the house
In your girlfriend's clothes
They fit me better than I would
Have supposed

Mind closed 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

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?