When she goes, she's gone,
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do,
She knows what she wants to do
And I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
I'm such a dubious soul
And a walk in the garden wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin' up the punch lines,
I've just been fakin' it,
Not really makin' it.
Is there any danger?
No, no, not really, just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat, your friendly neighbours honestly.
I've just been fakin' it, fakin' it,
Not really makin' it,
This feeling of fakin' it.
I still haven't shakin' it.
Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor, look at me...
(Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?)
I own the tailor's face and hands,
I am the tailor's face and hands
I know I'm fakin' it, fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it,
I still haven't shakin' it, shakin' it.
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
taylor*)
