Texty: Skunk Anansie. Post Orgasmic Chill. 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 and 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 too 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

So what can I do with cheap honesty
You're giving me more than I can see
But I'm too cool to say that I want it all my way
Get blasted by this sincerity

So what can I do with cheap honesty
You're giving me more than I can see
But I'm too cool to say that I want it all my way
Get blasted by this sincerity

So what can I do with cheap honesty
You're giving me more than I can see
But I'm too cool to say that I want it all my way
Get blasted by this sincerity, get blasted by this sincerity
Get blasted by this sincerity