Tales of Glory

I can't believe the tales you tell me I ain't buying the stuff you sell me Listen baby, I'm telling you what You think I'm sold but maybe I'm not You tell me tales of glory But I know, whoa, babe, it's the same old story You think I'm gonna fall for you You reckon that I'm going right through But I ain't no adolescent I'm just gonna keep you guessing You ain't gonna stitch me up You'll find that I'm real bad luck I'm gonna leave you, babe But think of the money you'll save You tell me tales of glory But I know, whoa babe, it's the same old story Leave me out, leave me out Sick and tired without a doubt Get me out, get me out Let me out of here Leave me out, leave me out Sick and tired without a doubt Get me out, get me out Let me out of here Endlessly, endlessly Your mouth won't set me free Endlessly, endlessly Rabbit in my ear