Lies, like mustard stains, don’t come out.
They say that lies are just like mustard stains
You get smeared with one you’ll never get it out
So that comment that you made about your lover
Some did not realize it was meant only as a joke
It’s too late now, you cannot take that joke back
And you hear no one laughing any more
You have shot yourself squarely in the foot
But you shot her squarely through the heart
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