Headache, the girl, she says she's got a headache
What she needs is just a handshake
Squeezing out of all the bad excuses she can makeMornings, there will be some ugly mornings
But at least I'll know what love means
Love that lets me be as human as can beI don't have to fake it, I won't have to lead you on
I'm as real as they come and
I don't see how some women put you onFakers, with your lipo and your lipstick
You make it easy for a real chick
To see the horror pouring out from your ruby lipsPerfect, I thank God that I'm not perfect
I happen to like all my defects
But my TV don't agree and I don't give a shitI won't have to fake it, I won't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And I don't see how some women lead you onI won't have to fake it, I don't have to put you on
And I don't like the way that I'm put on display
For your sorry eyes, sorry eyesHere comes the real one
Here comes the real one
Here comes the real one
Here comes the, here comes theI don't have to fake it, I don't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And I don't see how some women lead you onI don't have to fake it, I won't have to lead you on
And I don't understand
Why would a man want a circus clown?