I’m in some very busy attire,

My pants on fire,

‘Cause I just lied to my mama.

“Where ya goin’?”

“You don’t wanna know,”

Is what I should’ve said.

That’d be true,

But I told her something acceptable 

As I flounced out the door.

But will two wrongs make a right,

When I come in, later tonight,

And she asks me how I am?

I’ll lie again, and tell her I’m alright.

Will two lies make it true?

Who knows, but at least

I won’t hear her say,

“I told you so,” again.

-jenn