no tears my dear   dearest can you hear this   you should get yourself some rest   read me poems and rhyme me stories   until morning it was nice to meet you too      I know you lied, I know you lied...   it's in your eyes, I know you lied...   I know your eyes, it's in your eyes...      congress, distress   the living room was such a mess   I was never one to protest    you were one to lift your dress   wrote you letters, drew you flowers   in the shower for a couple minutes more      I know you lied, I know you lied...   it's in your eyes, I know you lied,    I know your eyes,    it's in your eyes...      talk to me   tell me something that I don't know      I know you lied, I know you lied...   it's in your eyes, I know you lied...   I know your eyes, it's in your eyes...