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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, moving on
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, moving on