Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnnie Taylor
Performer
Brandy
Background Vocals
Telma Hopkins
Background Vocals
bruce nazarian
Guitar
Don Davis
Guitar
Glen Goines
Guitar
Emmett Smith
Guitar
Jimmy Johnson
Guitar
Richard Allen
Drums
Zachary Slater
Drums
Roger Hawkins
Drums
Jerry Jones
Drums
Rudy Robinson
Keyboards
George Roundtree
Keyboards
Melvin Griffin
Keyboards
George Worrell
Keyboards
Barry Beckett
Keyboards
Michael Henderson
Bass
William Collins
Bass
David Hood
Bass
The Detroit Horns
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Perry Jordan
Composer
Carl Austin
Arranger
Don Davis
Arranger
Wade Marcus
Arranger
David Van dePitte
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Davis
Producer
Ken Sands
Engineer
J. Vitti
Engineer
Jerry Masters
Engineer
John Pritchett
Engineer
Ellis E. Bishop
Mixing Engineer
Tom Ruff
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm tired of lying
Peeping and hiding
In low class places
Oh, I'm so tired, baby
I'm tired of worrying
Whenever I come home late
With your lipstick traces
Oh yes I am, babe
[Verse 2]
You can rest assured, my woman's no fool
She can tell I been loving you
Stealing your love is getting harder and harder
The excuses I been giving, just won't hold water
[Verse 3]
I'm running out of lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Getting hard to think of an alibi
Running out of lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Getting hard to think of an alibi
[Verse 4]
Please say goodbye
I've got too many alibis
Oh, yes I do
I'm spreading myself, I'm spreading myself a little too thin
Tryna do the job of too many men
[Verse 5]
You can rest assured, my woman's no fool
She can tell just as good, I been loving you
Stealing your love is getting harder and harder
The excuse I been giving, it won't hold water
[Verse 6]
I'm running out of lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Getting hard to think of an alibi
Running out of lies, lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Getting hard to think of an alibi
[Verse 7]
No, my woman ain't no fool, y'all
She can tell, just as good when I been out with somebody else
You know a lot of times
I don't wanna talk about it
And I try, I try to get it off of my mind
But then my conscience, you know everybody got a conscience
My conscience get to bothering me
And when I try to go to sleep at night
Seem like to me I can hear my conscience say, Johnnie
You oughta be ashamed of yourself
You know you got a good woman
And you ought to treat her right
[Verse 8]
And uh, I made a deal with my conscience
If my conscience didn't bother me
That I sure wouldn't bother my conscience
But every now and then it comes around to me and telling me
Johnnie, you know you been wrong, yes you have
A lot of fellas out there been wrong
You ought to go to your babe and tell her, honey
Oh, I'm sorry baby
For taking you through all of these changes
I'm sorry, baby
I'm sorry that I did you wrong
I'm sorry that I broke your heart, baby
[Verse 9]
And it seem like to me, I'm running out of lies, lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
It's getting hard to think of an alibi
Lies, lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Can't take no more
I'm running out of lies, lies
(Lies, lies, lies)
Written by: Perry Jordan