Fiction

作词 : Martin Donald

作曲 : Martin Donald

Written down here,gentle reader

It seems too good to be true

But there ’s a girl in Kansas City

With my favourite tattoo

Oh why would I lie to you?

This was in another century

Somewhere near the summer ’s end

The fahrenheit was frightening

I was awake the whole weekend

Invited to a barbecue

I found refuge in the kitchen

Discussing post-war US literature

With a girl whose upper arm read “fiction ”

Like it might have been typewritten

I asked her its significance

She said she sometimes took reminding

What she wanted to be doing

Whether reading it or writing

I admitted admiration

For both typeface and intent

And said more softly —sotto voce —

I knew too well what she meant

She just smiled

And in a while she went

For a time I forgot this ever took place

She left her bottle on the bookcase

So though I leave you little option

But to take me at my word

I assure you,dearest listener

That it happened as you ’ve heard

A beer left on a bookshelf

At a bygone barbecue

By a girl from Kansas City

With my favourite tattoo

Oh why would I lie to you?

Oh why would I lie to you?

Oh why would I lie?