Fake (Extended Version)
Your name was Patty
But now it's Kay
Girl, you seem to change it every day.
Your hair was long
But now it's short
You say, "I got it cut!"
But I don't see no hair upon the floor.
Whenever I go out with you
I find out something new.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
Know how I know?
'Cause I can feel it.
You're a fake, baby
No rhyme or reason
'Cause in your mind
It's lyin' season.
You had brown eyes
But now they're blue
Those false eyelashes that you're wearin', too.
In bed this morning
You called me CIyde
Alex is the name that I go by!
If women could be counterfeit
Then you'd be it.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
. . .
You're a fake, baby
I've blown your cover
The gig is up
'cause I discovered -
You're a fake, baby
no need to hide it
Can't change my mind
'Cause I've decided
You're a fake, baby
and I'm disgusted
The game is through
And, girl, you're busted
Fake!
Whenever I go out with you
I find out something new.
You're a fake
You always have a good excuse
But, girl, that ain't no use.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
. . .
You're a fake, baby
no rhyme or reason
. . .
You're a fake, baby
Fake!
Fake!
But now it's Kay
Girl, you seem to change it every day.
Your hair was long
But now it's short
You say, "I got it cut!"
But I don't see no hair upon the floor.
Whenever I go out with you
I find out something new.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
Know how I know?
'Cause I can feel it.
You're a fake, baby
No rhyme or reason
'Cause in your mind
It's lyin' season.
You had brown eyes
But now they're blue
Those false eyelashes that you're wearin', too.
In bed this morning
You called me CIyde
Alex is the name that I go by!
If women could be counterfeit
Then you'd be it.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
. . .
You're a fake, baby
I've blown your cover
The gig is up
'cause I discovered -
You're a fake, baby
no need to hide it
Can't change my mind
'Cause I've decided
You're a fake, baby
and I'm disgusted
The game is through
And, girl, you're busted
Fake!
Whenever I go out with you
I find out something new.
You're a fake
You always have a good excuse
But, girl, that ain't no use.
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
. . .
You're a fake, baby
no rhyme or reason
. . .
You're a fake, baby
Fake!
Fake!
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Steven Lewis, James Samuel Harris Iii, Charlie Rose
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