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 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