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
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