I'd like to sweep away the lies I could shake from you if I  tried  I'd believe your mouth but you forgot to tell your eyes  I didn't think I'd see you hanging around  You must have nothing to do  I'm sick - I love to watch you squirm, trying to hide the truth    Win some, lose some    I'd like to hire a famous painter to creosote your mouth  Throw a few devious questions about  To see if you got out of that or got out  It's the same lines you expect me to swallow  Well there is no need to hide the fact  Win some, lose some -  I've lost too much to let you sit back and relax    Win some, lose some