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 finger in my pie You know I'll see through your jive I want the truth and nothing more I'm moving, 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