save your sweet talk for when you score keep your monday kisses for your glass lady i want the truth and nothing more i m moving on moving on you re getting phony you didn t have to tell a white lie you know you scored me for life don t stick your fingers in my pie you know i ll see through your jive i want the truth and nothing more i m moving on moving on you re getting phony when you were angry you had love in your eyes when you were sad you had a dream in your voice but now your giving me your window smile i m moving on moving on it s getting phony moving on 