Fake

Lyrics

Give me fake
Don’t give me real by mistake
I want an invitation to the imitation you
Give me fake
Right through to the neon day-break

Give me fake
Don’t give me truths I can’t take
I want it bogus through and through
I want the inauthentic you
Give me fake
Do I make myself opaque?

Love has beaten at my door before
And left junk-mail on my floor

Give me fake
Don’t give me real by mistake
I want an invitation to the imitation you
Give me fake
Do I make myself opaque?

Give me fake
Don’t give me real heartache
I want phoney I want fraud
I want a ticket to Tussaud’s
Give me fake
Not for pity’s sake.

Love has beaten at my door
And left junk mail on my floor.

Give me counterfeit pesos
I’ll buy you bakerlite pearls
I’ll give you a copy of the heart I gave to someone else’s girl
We’ll dine on mock-turtle soup
While the rice paper moon lights up
A player piano
And a Lloyd Webber tune. (Oh!)
In the replica Eden we will be Eve and the snake
But make sure that the apple that you give me,
Make sure that the apple you give me
Oh make sure that the apple you give me
Is fake.

Song Description

I intended this as a ‘jazz’ ballad – and certainly not as a Steve Skaith Band song. It’s what it is – a plea for someone to lie to you, to pretend that all is well when it really isn’t – its my version of ‘Don’t it make my brown eyes blue?’

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