I'm so tired of your true confession; a girl like you should have

learned her lesson / get around, get around, get around, get away from

me / and I don't want to hear about your smash sensation; just another

figment of your imagination / fool around, fool around, you're the

biggest fool I see 



You stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibis

last week's trash is yesterday's news; talk is cheap and so are you 



You're a fake, you're a fake; on the make, your true confessions 



You act like you invented sex and everything else in

your bag of tricks but you're just another whore in sheep's clothing,

full of hot air and self-loathing 



You're a fake... 



So go find yourself another little confidante; tell her tall tales about

a girl and her bon vivant / buzz around, buzz around, buzz off you busy bee 



You're a fake, you're a fake, on the make, your true confessions

you're a fake, what a fake, my mistake, your true confessions 



What makes you think that I care?