Save your sweet talk

For when you score,

Keep your monday kisses

For your glass lady.

I want the truth and nothing more,

I'm moving on,

Moving on,

You're getting phony.



You didn't have to tell me a white lie,

You know you scored me for life.

Don't stick your fingers in my pie,

You know, i'll see through your jive.

I want the truth and nothing more,

I'm moving on,

Moving on,

We're getting phony.



When you were angry

You had love in your eyes,

When you were sad

You had dream in your voice.

Now you're giving me your window smile,

I'm moving on,

Moving on,

It's getting phony.



Moving on!






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