Why I Lie

If you ask me why I lie to you I can tell you I don't know myself It's amazingly dishonest But I'd have to recognize it as part of myself Straighten up, why can't you straighten up? I've heard you tell me this So many times It doesn't even stick I get it all the time I get it all the time You know I love to make A joke of it And if you ask me why I hurt you I don't understand it, I can't help myself It's a special combination Of predatory instinct and simple ill will I would give some thought to it If I thought that it might do me Some good, some good Straighten up, why can't you straighten up? You always say I'll lose Control of it And thirty is not too old Well momma, I would give some thought to it If I thought that it might do me Some good, some good, some good Some good