Insincere - White Town

I met someone today

Who changed the way I think

She helped me to get drunk

Although I never drink

She said, «Love is not a game

To be entered in by fools

You have to know the score

You have to know the rules

When you’re on the streets of love

Oh, when you’re on the streets of love

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere."

She showed me her room

When the sunlight never shown

Showed me to her bed

And the sheets she laid upon

Covered with the stains

Of a love that wouldn’t die

Some beside her face

And some between her thighs

When you’re on the streets of love

Oh, when you’re on the streets of love

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

Then she said to me

«You're such a boy

Full of marvels and fears

But you know philosophy

Only gives you bigger tears

If you find the answer tonight

Standing 'round in any bar

I’d let you fuck her if I thought you could get hard

Is what I mean

Don’t argue with me.»

I give all that you must

And then some for myself

I left her in her room

Wrapped up in herself

And covered with the marks

Of a love she couldn’t deny

Beside her face

And right between her thighs

When you’re on the streets of love

Oh, when you’re on the streets of love

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere

You better be insincere