The Lucksmiths - Fiction Lyrics
Written down here, gentle readerIt seems too good to be trueBut there’s a girl in Kansas CityWith my favourite tattooOh why would I lie to you?This was in another centurySomewhere near the summer’s endThe fahrenheit was frighteningI was awake the whole weekendInvited to a barbecueI found refuge in the kitchenDiscussing post-war US literatureWith a girl whose upper arm read “fictionâ€Like it might have been typewrittenI asked her its significanceShe said she sometimes took remindingWhat she wanted to be doingWhether reading it or writingI admitted admirationFor both typeface and intentAnd said more softly — sotto voce —I knew too well what she meantShe just smiledAnd in a while she wentFor a time I forgot this ever took placeShe left her bottle on the bookcaseSo though I leave you little optionBut to take me at my wordI assure you, dearest listenerThat it happened as you’ve heardA beer left on a bookshelfAt a bygone barbecueBy a girl from Kansas CityWith my favourite tattooOh why would I lie to you?Oh why would I lie to you?Oh why would I lie?
