I will be seeing Henry
He will tell me if you are lying,
I will be seeing Hank, your little brother
'Cause he knows when you are lying.
Something I heard from your mother,
Something 'bout you and your brother.
Something I learned from your mother,
Henry knows you like no other, and I
Need to go talk to Henry.
He knows when you are lying,
And I think that you are lying,
I suspect that you are lying,
And I need to know.
I will be seeing Henry
'Cause I need to know.
I went and talked to Henry
And he told me you were lying.
He said that you are his sister,
And he always has known when you're lying.
But he told me you knew where your father's guns
Are hidden in the back of your mother's closet,
You know how to shoot and you won't take lightly,
Being accused of what you've been hiding.
I had hoped Henry was lying,
'Cause he told me I would be dying.
If I told you I thought you were lying,
Henry said I would be dying,
So now your mother's dialing nine-one-one and
Taking from your hand your father's gun,
I should have let it lie, I had to know
Imagine my pain as I watch Henry's blood
Flow out on your mother's floor.
Henry said you are his sister,
Will I come see you in prison.
Henry said you've been lying.
Henry said I would be dying...
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May-2009 Jeffrey Brent Clifton
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