Love is fake You hear me say, But of course there must be Another way.
Love is gentle; Love is kind, Not to me though. That's not fine
Love isn't real I say with a sigh, But what? This must be a lie.
Love gives joy; Love gives bliss, Not to me though. That's ridiculous.
Love is false I say again, And with that You get out your pen.
You write down Those three simple words, To which I look up and say Love is fake.