I guess I've either heard or told all the standard lies
Cause when I hear him telling one, it comes as no surprise
He never has a new one, they're the ones he's told before
And I've kinda got a number, and it's just like keeping score
He says, sorry I'm so late, but I ran into an old friend
Well, I know that one well, that's old standard number ten
I won't be home for dinner, hon, cause I'll be working late
Well, score one more for good old standard lie number eight
There's no way of keeping score on standard number four
He tells himself that I don't know what's going on
Then he comes home after midnight, when he's got his cheating done
And he whispers that he loves me, standard lie number one
Those lies are his favorites, they're the ones he likes to tell
But there's a different set of numbers for the ones I tell myself
But my lies hurt me so much more than his old stories do
Cause I know his are lies, but I pretend that mine are true
Standard number three is that someday I'm gonna leave
Number two is he'll be sorry when I'm gone
But the biggest one of all, the one that keeps me hanging on
Is that he really loves me, standard lie number one
Standard lie number one
Standard lie number one