Save your sweet talk for when you score
Keep your Monday kisses for your glass lady
I want the truth and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on youre getting phony
You didnt have to tell a white lie
You know you scored me for life
Dont stick your fingers in my pie
You know Ill see through your jive
I want the truth and nothing more
When you were angry you had love in your eyes
When you were sad you had a dream in your voice
But now your giving me your window smile