Poor Fake

Don't matter where you hide

It'll catch right up to you

You can try to resist the feelin'

Slip the canvas in my blues

When the water starts boilin' over

Start second guessin' yourself

Like is it me? Can I give you somethin' that might just be missin'

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

Like a moth to the flame, you held it

When attention swayed, lust ruled it

Through the halls of your fog, I want you to find me masterpiece, and

From the forgeries of fools I've cut my hands of a thousand pieces

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

As I stare into its frame, slowly approaching

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

At first glance, this is the finest painting I've ever laid eyes on

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

As they all say, it truly is one of a kind

I lift my magnifying glass to its smooth lines

Taking a closer look, inspection is key

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

What do we have here? Could this be a forgery?

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

Listen, is this real

Or just a poor fake?

Poor fake