That's what he said
but it was how he said it, you know?
Sometimes you can tell a guy doesn't mean
what he says, even though he smiles and looks you
in the eye, right? But then again sometimes you don't -
know what I'm saying? You can't be absolutely certain,
am I right? Sometimes a guy swerves into something else,
right? Then again maybe it's just me, OK? I don't know what
I want to say until I hear what I've said, whether or not I avoided
the truth and told a whopper and hope he doesn't see through my
guile, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem