Fake - Shayne Ward

You think you’re smart

I know you’re not

You think you’ve got it

Well I think not

Your Gucci bag

Don’t look too real

So you know how it is

But do you know how it feels?

Today you’re standing tall

But I know your heels are high

Pretty scent, I know it ain’t Chanel no.

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Eye on the prize, dressed up for the kill

Do you know how it feels?

Do you know how it feels?

You’re just a fake

You’re unreal

Name your price, make the deal

And you don’t care what you take

You’re a fake

You’re just a fake and a fraud

A wannabe in Dior

And you have no heart to break

You’re a fake

You think you’re sharp

You think you’re hot

Your made up face

Don’t hide your spots

You drive around in hired wheels

So you know how it is

But you don’t know how it feels

I wouldn’t look so proud

You haven’t got it all

You haven’t got the heart

You haven’t got the balls

Lost in your lies

In it for the thrill

Do you know how it feels?

Do you know how it feels?

When you’re a fake

You’re unreal

Name your price, make the deal

And you don’t care what you take

You’re a fake

You’re just a fake and a fraud

A wannabe in Dior

And you have no heart to break

You’re a fake

(Fake) you think you’re cool

(We know you’re not)

You think you’ve got it

(But we say not)

You drive around

(In hired wheels)

So you know how it is

But, do you know how it feels?

Woh-oh-oh-oh

Do you know how it feels?

You’re just a fake

You’re unreal

Name your price, make the deal

And you don’t care what you take

You’re a fake

You’re just a fake and a fraud

A wannabe in Dior

And you have no heart to break

You’re a fake