Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie (hey)
Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie (hey)
Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie

I'm dancing through the door (lie-lie)
I take my body to the floor
And close my eyes (hey)
Singing, hands above my head (singing)
I'm wearing red, feeling alive (woo)

Mm, pressure, feel him leaning into me, such a pretty liar (pressure)
Whisper, "I love you,"
With his pants on fire

Oh, your pants are on fire (your pants are on fire)
You're such a fucking liar (such a fucking liar) (liar) (hey)
Another level higher
Your pants are on fire

Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie (hey)
Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie (hey)
Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie

Sweet words flow from his mouth (words)
He's about to kiss me hard (hey)
Oh, eye-to-eye
He swears to me there's no one else in his heart (woo)

Smoking up the room
I'm choking on the fumes of a liar
Oh, but promises (promises) (promises)
He loves me with his pants on fire

I can see your pants are on fire (your pants are on fire)
You're such a fucking liar (such a fucking liar) (liar) (hey)
Another level higher
Your pants are on fire

So you got a big gun and you really wanna come (hey)
To show me how you wave it
But save it for someone
Who cares

Lie, lie, lie, lie-lie

Oh, your pants are on fire (your pants are on fire)
You're such a fucking liar (such a fucking liar) (liar)
Another level higher
Your pants are on fire

Oh, I can see your pants are on fire (your pants are on fire)
You're such a fucking liar, oh, baby (such a fucking liar) (liar) (hey)
Another level higher
Your pants are on fire (your pants are on fire)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Messinger, Shania Twain