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 know 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 dream in your voice

Now you're giving me your window smile

I'm moving on, moving on

It's getting phony

Moving on