Lies

At last the kids are gone now for the day

She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away

Another day to tend the house and plan

For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man
Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine

And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more

She'd pass for twenty nine but for her eyes

But winter lines are telling wicked lies

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All lies, all those lines are telling wicked lies

Lies, all lies.

Too many lines there in that face

Too many to erase or to disguise, they must be telling lies

Is this the face that won for her the man

Whose amazed and clumsy fingers put that ring upon her hand

No need to search that mirror for the years

The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears
So this is beauty's finish! Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmie're"

The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care

Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise

But why cannot her mirror tell her lies

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Then she shakes off the bitter web she wove

And turns to set the mirror, gently, face down by the stove

She gathers up her apron in her hand

Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine!

She'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers, line for line

To see that maiden shining in his eyes

And laugh at how her mirror tells her lies

Lyrics by Stan Rogers