I said it was the happiest day of my life
Then I slipped into the Sunday School room and cried
I was praying they were happy tears and I’d be alright
There’s nothing wrong with a little white lie
I posed with all my new and old girlfriends
In the dresses we would never wear again
We shot tequila in communion cups to calm the butterflies
There’s nothing wrong with a little white lie
So I sobered up
In the back of the line
Followed rose petals to the rest of my life
I said I would love him
’Til the day that I died
And there’s nothing wrong with a little white lie
Oh there’s nothing wrong with a little white lie
For a while I half believed that we could do it
Playin’ house and playin’ nice ’til we outgrew it
Now it’s oh my God, what happened, at least you didn’t have kids
And movin’ out on a long weekend
I can hear that lonely echo in the kitchen
The kind that lets you know that something’s missin’
Take one last look through the closet behind my little black dress
And I find my little white lie
Covered in lace
Two sizes too small
Damn Cabernet stain
They could never get off
How I was scared stiff
But I twirled through the night
Around and around in my little white lie
All covered in lace
Two sizes too small
Everything that I wanted I never wanted at all
Pull it down off the hanger
And I let myself cry
Into the arms of my little white lie
Into the arms of my little white lie
credits
from Autonomy,
released October 23, 2020
Written by Stephanie Lambring
supported by 14 fans who also own “Little White Lie”
A very clever songwriter and an album that bears many, many repeat listens. Worth the price for the Little Feat reference (in Tehachapi) alone, but it's her way with an image that sticks longest. "You left the building in a flurry / Had your boots on in the house." Caoimhín