Gullible, I’m not —
well, most the time.
I look at you askance
when you suggest the incredible,
when you tell tall tales.
One person, though, I must admit
can shroud me with wool
time, then time again.
I should get mad at the falsehoods
making me seem witless, mindless, brainless.
How, though, do I hold a grudge
when the prevaricator
is me?
well, most the time.
I look at you askance
when you suggest the incredible,
when you tell tall tales.
One person, though, I must admit
can shroud me with wool
time, then time again.
I should get mad at the falsehoods
making me seem witless, mindless, brainless.
How, though, do I hold a grudge
when the prevaricator
is me?
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