True Confessions Lyrics

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 s*x and everything else in
Your bag of tricks but you're just another whore 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?

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