Текст песни buck - True Confessions
buck - True Confessions слова песни
Im so tired of your true confession; a girl like you should haveLearned her lesson / get around, get around, get around, get away fromMe / and I dont want to hear about your smash sensation; just anotherFigment of your imagination / fool around, fool around, youre theBiggest fool I seeYou stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibisLast weeks trash is yesterdays news; talk is cheap and so are youYoure a fake, youre a fake; on the make, your true confessionsYou act like you invented sex and everything else inYour bag of tricks but youre just another whore in sheeps clothing,Full of hot air and self-loathingYoure a fake...So go find yourself another little confidante; tell her tall tales aboutA girl and her bon vivant / buzz around, buzz around, buzz off you busy beeYoure a fake, youre a fake, on the make, your true confessionsYoure a fake, what a fake, my mistake, your true confessionsWhat makes you think that I care?