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 a white lie
You knew you scored me for life
Don't stick your fingers in my pie
You know I'll see you 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
But now you're giving me your window smile
I'm moving on, moving on it's getting phony
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