You say you want to be my baby
I wasn't born yesterday
You bat your lashes, just like you practiced
Deliver your lines just like an actress
Pull the rope, curtain falls
Tell me your lies
I hate the way you feel
Love the way you touch
I guess that's something
I think I like the fiction better than the real shit, better than nothing
I know I know its never been perfect here but that's alright
To be crystal clear thats what I like
You think you're playing me, running game
Baby, we do the same thing
We can talk about the future now
The color of the paint on our dream house
The names of kids we'll never have
I see you looking for a way out
Tell me your lies
