Don't tell me
That you've had a bad day
You should have been here by eight
Something got in the way
I've heard that before
You felt bad, you couldn't
Get a car
And when you did you couldn't
Get far with it
A flat tyre, I've heard it before
But I know what the truth is
It's someone else
I don't want you to admit it is
No I don't want you to admit it
Now this day is over soon
I have to see you again tomorrow afternoon
I've heard that before
You don't want me to follow you home
Cos you don't want me to see
That you're not alone
I don't want to know more
Cos I know what the truth is ...