I will admit I am embarrassed by your grace 
And [bad word] look of boredom upon your face 
You want to be a million miles from this place 
You want to get on with my untimely disgrace. 

I am alone I am in love with an idea 
Sophisticated Neurological appeals 
I want to negotiate some kind of a deal 
I want to tear it open show you that it's real 

Oh the things I will believe 
Ignore the hundred lovers 
You got hidden up your sleeve. 
The [bad word] easily 
And they sound so lovely 
I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me. 

Everybody they got all kinds of advice 
They want to tell you just how you should live your life. 
But who exactly am I supposed to believe? 
I supposed to let you walk away from me? 

I know [bad word] 
I can feel it in my bones 
This is information you already know 
Even if it's only temporarily 
Give the illusion tonight you belong to me 

Oh the things I will believe 
Ignore the hundred lovers 
You got hidden up your sleeve. 
The [bad word] easily 
And they sound so lovely 
I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me.