Living a Lie Some Like it Hot, he said,
Some Like it Hot, he said,
Replying to my words
And dancing through out my head,
I listened, spoke, and know he heard
The attraction leaking into my voice
I held on, and muffled it
But I always loved boys
Who wore glasses
And owned yachts.
I guess that was when I fell
And the money could
No longer matter.
He was closed, and I would open him
If it was the last thing I ever did.
Unlocked he cried out in surprise.
I would not have known that he lied.
But sometimes the truth doesn't really matter.
Sometimes you can live with a lie.