As I watch you blowin' smokin' rings,
with a smile on your face, uttering sweet nothings.
Yeah, baby its true, When I'm with you, I'm fakin' it too.
There was a time, when we were people, who were in love,
with conversations as true and free as a flyin' dove.
But I guess, Time extracts its toll,
with the clock tickin' by, love travels in a hyperbole.
Its sad, but its true, yeah baby, when I'm with you
I'm fakin' it too.
What was "ours" once has become "your" and "mine"
often the fake diamonds better original's shine.
No wonder we say, "I love you too"
it's true baby, when I'm with you, I'm fakin' it too.
It was meant to be a love sweet and tender and deep
but its too dry and shallow, wonder what makes it ....
A love too hard to swallow.
A love too hard to swallow.
