All my life, I heard calling
It's clear to me, it does seem, that you're stalling
On my account, don't be coy, and don't be clever
Your tone of voice hints of holes and sugar cating
What's in store, so much more, than I bargained for
If the bottom line is no is no, then there's no pouting
So graciously said
So just say... that sound's dead
A half truth, and half-hearted
Face the day, with a trace, of a conscience
It eases me to see I'm straight and on the mark
Wo what's the point in a face that's full
And a heart that's hollow
So graciously said