The Truth Is

She fell for him too fast
Rugged looks and words smooth as glass
She felt pretty when he held her hand
But she don’t know what’s inside the man
And the truth is
She don’t want to know
What the truth is
'Cause she don’t want to let him go
She’s heard him talk to friends
She has heard him lie to them
But when she asks him, «Do you lie to me?»
He says he’s tired of the third degree
And the truth is
She don’t want to know
What the truth is
'Cause she don’t want to let him go
She pictures a wedding day
But the more she talks about it the less he will say
She don’t know exactly what that means
If he’s not ready now or he’ll never be
And the truth is
She don’t want to know
What the truth is
'Cause she don’t want to let him go