Songtext von True Confessions

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 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?