George:
Don't kiss me, darling 
I want you to hear the things I say
I loved you in my way
But you know I'm gonna leave you 

Mutya Buena:
The clock was always ticking
And your heart,
Yes I know your heart is always on [bad word] 
George: 
I hate what I've [bad word] But I'm still gonna leave you
And I don't think you should stay for the night

Mutya Buena:
Baby you know that my flesh is weak
You know I simply 

Both:
I cannot sleep without you
My heart has simply nowhere to go

Mutya Buena: 
Nothing to hold
Those tears you're crying

George: 
Time and time again you take me back in baby

Mutya Buena: 
You don't have to make it plain

Both: 
This is not real love

Mutya Buena: 
Look at us dancing baby
Let's dance and show them all
(Dance and show them all)
How close we are
The lies have worked so far
So we go on deceiving

George: 
But darling don't you know the time
Baby, look at yourself, holding back the tide
Like you've got something else up your sleeve
That's why I've got to leave

Both: 
And I don't think you should stay here tonight
(Baby don't you know that my flesh is weak, you know)
I simply I cannot sleep without you
But someday I'll have nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold

George: 
Oh, baby, crying 
All those simple things that [bad word] again
Oh do I have to make it plain
This is not real love

And I said this is not real love 
Mutya Buena: 
Real love
Baby it don't glisten and shine the way it used to

George: 
This is not real love (real love)
Baby think of all the promises 
I made on the day that I seduced you
Baby don't wait for me like some angel of tragedy
I have to set you free
Darling you should be long gone, 
oh long gone by now
You should be with someone, someone

Mutya Buena:
Glisten and shine
You promised me

George: 
You've gotta face it woman, 
you ain't ever gonna change me

Mutya Buena:
Where will I go, what do I know
About life without you
You promised me you'd never leave me, no
This is not real love

George: 
I have to leave you, and you know why

Mutya Buena:
Tell me

George: 
There are some nuns (some nuns)
With their [bad word] out
I have to [bad word] over them

Mutya Buena:
Glisten and shine
You promised me

George: 
You gotta face it, 
I like nuns with their [bad word] out
And that's real love