Headache. the girl she says she's got a headache
What she needs is just a handshake
Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make
Mornings- there will be some ugly mornings
But at least i'll know what love means
Love that lets me be as human as can be
I don't have to fake it
I won't have to lead you on
I'm as real as they come and
I don't see how some women put you on
Fakers with your lipo and your lipstick
You make it easy for a real chick
To see the horror pouring out of your ruby lips
Perfect i thank god that i'm not perfect
I happen to like all my defects
But my tv don't agree and i don't give a shit
I won't have to fake it
I don't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And i don't see how some women lead you on
I won't have to fake it
I won't have to put you on
And i don't like the way that i'm put on display
For your sorry eyes sorry eyes
Here comes the real one
Here comes the real thing
Here comes the real one
I don't have to fake it
I don't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And i don't see how some women lead you on
I don't have to fake it
I won't have to lead you on
And i don't understand why would a man
Want a circus clown