LIAR'S ROSES
(Bill Rice / Mary Sharon Rice)


Tammy Wynette - 1989




The doorbell rings, it's flowers for me 
Roses again, it's the third time this week 
What kind of fool must he picture me to be? 
To be blinded by a dozen liar's roses 


Guilt-stained words, on beautiful cards 
But not a single one that comes from the heart 
He's seein' her again 'cause that's when he starts 
Sendin' me these lovely, liar's roses 


Oh, I'm sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses 
While he dreams of somebody else 
He lies to me and thinks that I don't know it 
But we're sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses 


Why do I stay, I don't know 
I guess it's easier than lettin' him go 
I do the best I can to not let it show 
What am I gonna do with all these roses? 


Oh, I'm sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses 
While he dreams of somebody else 
He lies to me and thinks that I don't know it 
But we're sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses