Lex Zaleta

Lyrics

LITTLE LIES

Hey, Daddy, are you sick;
You’re staying home from work?
Son, I’m playing a trick
On my boss – that big jerk.
I want to wax the van
While the weather’s so nice.
It’s O.K., little man,
To tell those little lies.

Children see
What we do
So plainly.
Little lies
Look large to
Little eyes.

Mommy, Gram’s on the phone.
You want me to tell her
That you are not at home –
Just like I did before?
Shhh, Honey! Not so loud!
You don’t want her to hear.
There are times you’re allowed
To stretch the truth, my dear.

Children see
What we do
So plainly.
Little lies
Look large to
Little eyes.

Why is Daddy crying
And packing his suitcase?
And why is he trying
So hard to hide his face?
Sweetheart, Daddy’s leaving,
And though it may seem strange –
You keep on believing
That nothing’s gonna change.

Before you tell those little lies,
Look deep into your young child’s eyes,
And you’ll see a world so honest –
A world that’s filled with truth and trust.

Children see
What we do
So plainly.
Little lies
Look large to
Little eyes.

Little lies
Look large to
Little eyes.

Copyright ©2006 Lex Zaleta