Save your sweet talk
For when you score
Keep your Monday kisses
For your glass lady

I want the [bad word] and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on
Youre getting phony

You didnt have to tell a white lie
You know you scored me for life
Dont stick your fingers in my pie
You know, Ill see through your jive

I want the [bad word] and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on
Were getting phony

When you were angry
You had love in your eyes
When you were sad
You had dream in your voice

Now youre giving me your window smile
Im moving on, moving on
Its getting phony

Moving on