True Confessions — текст песни (buck)

Im 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 dont want to hear about your smash sensation; just another

Figment of your imagination / fool around, fool around, youre the

Biggest fool I see



You stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibis

Last weeks trash is yesterdays news; talk is cheap and so are you



Youre a fake, youre a fake; on the make, your true confessions



You act like you invented sex and everything else in

Your bag of tricks but youre just another whore in sheeps clothing,

Full of hot air and self-loathing



Youre 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



Youre a fake, youre a fake, on the make, your true confessions

Youre a fake, what a fake, my mistake, your true confessions



What makes you think that I care?