Those little white lies

She does her best to make it
She does her best to survive
But time and truth can't shake it
Some days make her compromise

When she is in trouble
On goes that disguise
Out come those words
Those little white lies...

She works all day to pay her way
She goes home, needs some peace
But which ever way she makes it
There is always some unease...

When she is in trouble
On goes that disguise
Out come those words
Those little white lies...

Everybody needs her: too many times

Everybody super-cedes her, ah she cries

She tries to take on all comers...

Tries her very best to be the one

When she is in trouble
On goes that disguise
Out come those words
Those little white lies...

Some days she hardly makes it

Some days are sent to try...

Ah dear Lord she cries out

Ah dear Lord she asks: why?

When she is in trouble
On goes that disguise
Out come those words
Those little white lies...