I'm Moving On

| | | | | 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 knew 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 we're getting phony | | | | | | | | | | When you were angry you had love in your eyes When you were sad you had a dream in your voice Now you're giving me your window smile I'm moving on moving on it's getting phony