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 me 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,
Im moving on,
Moving on,
Were getting phony
When you were angry
You had love in your eyes,
When you were sad
You had dream in your voice
Now youre giving me your window smile,
Im moving on,
Moving on,
Its getting phony
Moving on!