Paroles: John Lennon. Double Fantasy. I'm Moving On.

Save your sweet talk
For when you score
Keep your Monday kisses
For your glass lady

I want the truth and nothing more
I'm moving on, moving on
You're getting phony

You didn't have to tell a white lie
You knew you scored me for life
Don't stick your finger in my pie
You know I'll see through your jive

I want the truth and nothing more
I'm moving, moving on
We're getting phony

When you were angry
You had love in your eyes
When you were sad
You had dream in your voice

But now, you're giving me your window smile
I'm moving on, moving on
It's getting phony, moving on