I'm Moving On

Save your sweet talk
For when you score
Keep your Monday kisses
For your glass ladyI want the truth and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on
Youre getting phonyYou 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 jiveI want the truth and nothing more
Im moving on, moving on
Were getting phonyWhen you were angry
You had love in your eyes
When you were sad
You had dream in your voiceNow youre giving me your window smile
Im moving on, moving on
Its getting phonyMoving on