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 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?