By Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey
City girls, they seem to find out early,
How to open doors with just a smile,
A rich old man and she won't have to worry,
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style.
But late at night a big 'ole house gets lonely,
I guess every point of refuge has its price,
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
Given to a man with hands as cold as ice.
But you can't hide those lyin' eyes,
And your smile is a thin disguise,
I thought by now you'd realize,
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes.
She gets up and pours herself a strong one,
And stares out at the stars in the 'Brisbane' sky,
Another night, it's gonna be a long one,
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry.
Oh my oh my, you sure know how to arrange things,
You set it up so well, so carefully,
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things,
You're still the same old girl you used to be.
And you can't hide those lyin' eyes,
And your smile is a thin disguise,
I thought by now you'd realize,
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes,
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes, no no no,
Honey, you can't hide your lyin' eyes ...
Writer(s): John Farnham, David Hirschfelder, Raymond Donald Chapman
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