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 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
But now you're giving me your window smile
I'm moving on
Moving on it's getting phony
Moving on
