Headache. The girl she says she`s got a headache
What she needs is just a handshake
Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make
Mornings- There will be some ugly mornings
But at least I`ll know what love means
Love that lets me be as human as can be
I don`t have to fake it
I won`t have to lead you on
I`m as real as they come and
I don`t see how some women put you on
Fakers With your lipo and your lipstick
You make it easy for a real chick
To see the horror pouring out of your ruby lips
Perfect I thank God that I`m not perfect
I happen to like all my defects
But my TV don`t agree and I don`t give a shit
I won`t have to fake it
I don`t have to put you on
I`m as real as they come
And I don`t see how some women lead you on
I won`t have to fake it
I won`t have to put you on
And I don`t like the way that I`m put on display
For your sorry eyes sorry eyes
Here comes the real one
Here comes the real thing
Here comes the real one
I don`t have to fake it
I don`t have to put you on
I`m as real as they come
And I don`t see how some women lead you on
I don`t have to fake it
I won`t have to lead you on
And I don`t understand why would a man
Want a circus clown