Headache. The girl she says she's got a headache What she needs is just a handshake Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make Mornings. There will be some ugly mornings But at least I'll know what love means Love that lets me be as human as can be
I don't have to fake it I don't have to lead you on I'm as real as they come And I don't see how some women put you on
Fakers. With your lipo and your lipstick You make it easy for a real chick To see the horror pouring out from your ruby lips Perfect. I thank god that i'm not perfect I happen to like all my defects But my TV don't agree, and I don't give a shit
I won't have to fake it I won't have to put you on I'm as real as they come And I don't see how some women lead you on
I won't have to fake it I won't have to put you on And i don't like the way that i'm put on display For your sorry eyes sorry eyes
Here comes the real one Here comes the real one Here comes the real one Here comes the. . . Here comes the. . .
I don't have to fake it I don't have to put you on I'm as real as they come And i don't see how some women lead you on
I don't have to fake it I won't have to lead you on And I don't understand why would a man Want a circus clown