Tekster: Skunk Anansie. Cheap Honesty.

I know too well, I know these lines, I've seen them smothered, in sleek ridicule. A seedy smile, they think they've scored, but I know morning comes & babes alone again, too alone again So what can I do, with cheap honesty, you're giving me more than I can see, but I'm to cool to say, that I want it all my way, get blasted by this sincerity. I wish I had, the streets full view, these people screaming, through their settled loves. so I pretend, so mellowed out, too teasing, weak enough to long for, home again, lovely home again