| Song | Liar, My Dear |
| Artist | The Heartbreaks |
| Album | Liar, My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me, | |
| It fucks my hair and stings my cheeks, | |
| But you know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things were yet to do. | |
| Procrastination, pay no heed of time, | |
| Pursue romance and beak and wine, | |
| But you know that they're all fond of you, | |
| And all the things you claim you'll do. | |
| You will meet her by the statue, | |
| And you'll tell her what she wants to hear, | |
| Don't you know that young hearts bruise so easily, | |
| And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear. | |
| Local girl put your heart in his hands, | |
| Should it fall apart understand, | |
| (Hell say) You know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things we will never do. | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart |
| The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me, | |
| It fucks my hair and stings my cheeks, | |
| But you know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things were yet to do. | |
| Procrastination, pay no heed of time, | |
| Pursue romance and beak and wine, | |
| But you know that they' re all fond of you, | |
| And all the things you claim you' ll do. | |
| You will meet her by the statue, | |
| And you' ll tell her what she wants to hear, | |
| Don' t you know that young hearts bruise so easily, | |
| And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear. | |
| Local girl put your heart in his hands, | |
| Should it fall apart understand, | |
| Hell say You know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things we will never do. | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart |
| The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me, | |
| It fucks my hair and stings my cheeks, | |
| But you know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things were yet to do. | |
| Procrastination, pay no heed of time, | |
| Pursue romance and beak and wine, | |
| But you know that they' re all fond of you, | |
| And all the things you claim you' ll do. | |
| You will meet her by the statue, | |
| And you' ll tell her what she wants to hear, | |
| Don' t you know that young hearts bruise so easily, | |
| And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear. | |
| Local girl put your heart in his hands, | |
| Should it fall apart understand, | |
| Hell say You know that I am fond of you, | |
| And all the things we will never do. | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart | |
| Her heart |