When she goes, she's gone If she stays, she stays here The girl does what she wants to do She knows what she wants to do And I know I'm faking it I'm not really making it Such a dubious soul And a walk in the garden wears me down Tangled in the fallen vines Picking up the punchlines I've just been faking it I'm not really making it Is there any danger? No, no, not really Just mean old me Taking time to treat your friendly neighbours honestly I've just been faking it Not really making it This feeling of faking it I still haven't shaken it Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor Look at me I own the tailor's face and hands I own the tailor's face and hands I know I'm faking it I'm not really making it This feeling of faking it I still haven't shaken it I know I'm faking it I'm not really making it I'm not really making it