A Way with Words

The sentence I threw up
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I’d tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now we’re dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
Is something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
The captivating calls
The verbal golden balls
The memory recalls
With alarm
How as you peeled the bandage
From round the easy language
You really saw the damage
Done by charm
Well a way with words
Is something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, ooh
The sentence I threw up
Into a paper cup
Was such a sickly pup
When it died
I’d tried and failed to muster
The words to bring some luster
To thoughts that now we’re dust-er
So I sighed
Well a way with words
Is something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Yes a way with words
Is something to which I would aspire
Though a way with words
Is usually the first sign of a liar
Liar, liar, liar