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I'm so tired of your true confession; a girl like you should have
learned her lesson / get around, get around, get around, get away from
me / and I don't want to hear about your smash sensation; just another
figment of your imagination / fool around, fool around, you're the
biggest fool I see
You stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibis
last week's trash is yesterday's news; talk is cheap and so are you
You're a fake, you're a fake; on the make, your true confessions
You act like you invented sex and everything else in
your bag of tricks but you're just another wh*re in sheep's clothing,
full of hot air and self-loathing
You're a fake...
So go find yourself another little confidante; tell her tall tales about
a girl and her bon vivant / buzz around, buzz around, buzz off you busy bee
You're a fake, you're a fake, on the make, your true confessions
you're a fake, what a fake, my mistake, your true confessions
What makes you think that I care?