[Vocals: Marilisa Valtazanou and Mich Sampson]

[Verse:]
At last the kids have gone now for the day
She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away
Another day to tend the house and plan
For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man

Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time
She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes
But winter lines are telling wicked lies

[Chorus:]
All lies...
All those lines are telling wicked lies
Lies, all lies
Too many lines there in that face:
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies

[Verse:]
Is this the face that won for her the man
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers slipped that ring onto her hand?
No need to search the mirror for the years
The menace of their message shouts across the blur of tears
So is this beauty's finish, like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmière"?
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise
But why cannot the mirror tell her lies?

[Chorus:]
All lies
All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Lies, all lies
Too many lines there in that face:
(Lies, a-a-ah...)
Too many to erase or disguise;
(All lies...)
They must be telling lies

[Verse:]
She shakes off the bitter web she wove
Turns and puts the mirror gently face down by the stove
She gathers up her apron in her hand
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine
When she looks up in that weathered face
That loves hers line for line
To see the maiden shining in his eyes
And laugh at how the mirror tells her lies
[Chorus:]
All lies...
All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Lies, all lies
Too many lines there in that face:
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies

[Chorus:]
All lies...
All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Lies, all lies
Too many lines there in that face:
(Ah, a-ah)
Too many to erase or to disguise;
They must be telling lies