You and me
We are the lemon tree!
And they thought they could add water,
to make you the devil’s daughter!
I just think I oughtta gotcha
Or else I’ll play botcher
You know `mon’ as in my
Not the moon that seems nigh
The orthography of history
is thrust in utter mystery
And they were lying all the time
For their lies are not mine!
They called our truths myths
and tried to break us to bits!
I am just an old unforgiver
as much as I am a generous giver
And they try to take away my vigour
by trying to outwit me and figure (me out)
But I am just a liar down to the wire
Because those evil fraudulent liars should never get what they desire!
