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 neighbors honestly.
I`ve just been fakin` it,
I`m not really makin` it.
This feeling of fakin` it--
I still haven`t shaken 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 and
I know I`m fakin` it,
I`m not really makin` it.
This feeling of fakin` it--
I still haven`t shaken it.