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 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 a dream in your voice
Now you're giving me your window smile
I'm moving on, moving on, it's getting phony