Pretending, pretending Don't be pretending about how you feel Don't be pretending that your love is real How many times must we tell the tale? How many times must we fall? Living in lost memory You just recalled Working on the sound of the band Trying to

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

Just like the scarecrows Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows Just some old plowboys pretending we're cowboys We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys Even when we leave here,

In the arms of a stranger, pretending it's love And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up Ah ooh, ooh ooh Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine What I've come to understand Is entropy

It's not submission, it's just the look in her eyes There's no decision, it's just the look in her eyes She's not pretending, it's just the look in her eyes She's not suggesting, it's just the look in her eyes See the line all around the block Watch all

What would you do? What would you say? How does it feel? Pretend it's OK My eyes deceive me, but it's still the same Pretend it's OK But sometimes it can get so hard pretending it's OK What would you do? (what would you do?) What would you say? (what

And I'll be there to hold you There's nothing that I won't do 'Cause we all need a little kindness All this cruelty is so mindless I promise I'll be tender So darling just surrender I see through all your pretending So let go 'cause I can take it on

Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Oh yes I'm the great pretender Just laughin' and gay like a clown I seem to be what I'm not, you see Pretending that you're still around Pretending that I'm doing well My

Just this once Listen to the words I say If you want I will I’m there until the end of time Always a stranger in a crowd You want someone to blame The one who drives the rusted nail But who’s left will never care Pretending becomes a chore

The things I used to like, I don't like any more, I want a lot of other things I've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored I'm as restless as a willow in a