True Confessions Lyrics - Buck

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?