Lies

[00:11.96] At last the kids are gone now for the day.
[00:18.37] She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away.
[00:24.61] Another day to tend the hous and plan
[00:31.08] For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man.
[00:37.35] Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine,
[00:43.71] And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time.
[00:50.03] She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes.
[00:56.41] But winter lines are telling wicked lies.
[01:02.87] All lies.
[01:09.19] All those lines are telling wicked lies.
[01:16.49] Lies all lies.
[01:21.99] Too many lines there in that face;
[01:25.52] Too many to erase or disguise;
[01:30.03] They must be telling lies.
[01:45.58] Is this the face that won for her the man
[01:50.95] Whose amazed and clumsy fingers put that ring upon her hand?
[01:58.24] No need to search that mirror for the years.
[02:04.60] The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears.
[02:11.00] So this is Beauty's finish. Like Rodin's "Belle Heauimiere",
[02:17.32] The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care.
[02:23.69] Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise,
[02:30.05] But why cannot her mirror tell her lies.
[02:36.42] All lies.
[02:42.71] All those lines are telling wicked lies.
[02:50.02] Lies all lies.
[02:56.49] Too many lines there in that face;
[03:00.07] Too many to erase or disguise;
[03:04.65] They must be telling lies.
[03:19.14] Then she shakes off the bitter web she wove,
[03:25.41] And turns to set the mirror, gently, face down by the stove.
[03:32.75] She gathers up her apron in her hand,
[03:38.20] Pours a cup of coffee, dripps Carnation from the can,
[03:45.48] And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine!
[03:51.86] She'll look up in that weathered face that loves her's, line for line,
[03:58.28] To see that maiden shining in his eyes
[04:04.54] And laugh at how her mirror tells her lies.
[04:10.98] All lies.
[04:17.32] All those lines are telling wicked lies.
[04:24.55] Lies all lies.
[04:30.96] Too many lines there in that face;
[04:34.51] Too many to erase or disguise;
[04:39.15] They must be telling lies.
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