Look at them
They are all the same (all the same)
Look at them
They are all the same (all the same)
They see you and flatter you and pretend to love you
Oh when you look at them are they all the same
Smiles and promises, smiles and promises
Cry real tears 'til you believe
But they don't want you
they want what you've got
And it may taste sweet, but love it's not
Oh it may taste sweet but love it's not
Look at them
They are all the same (all the same)
Oh look at me cause I believed
I prayed in their temples down on my knees
I turned my back and felt the knife sink deep
Look at them they're all the same
Take everything, it's a crying shame
And it might taste sweet but it's a wicked game
They jump and cry, pretend to love you
They see you and go visit you and your family and leave your house midday.
Might taste sweet but it's a wicked game
Look at them
They're all the same
Look at them
They're all the same
We should be like the people of Niafunke
We should be like the people of Niafunke
Oh look at them they are all the same
Smiles and promises, smiles and promises
But turn your back, then the knife goes in
Cause they don't want you, they want what you got
And it might taste sweet but that's not love
Might taste sweet but its not love
Look at them
They are all the same
