many sides to Rosey

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Liar, liar, pants on fire
As of your lies, I tire
For honesty is the best policy
Yet with your conscience, so icy
Hell is going to freeze over
Before you screw me over

Liar, liar, pants on fire
It will all backfire
One way or another
I do not think your mother
Raised you this way,
So away, you need to stay

Liar, liar, pants on fire
You need to join the choir,
Sing the praises of goodness
And ask for forgiveness
For your pants are on fire
Unless you want to expire

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