I don’t know why you pry, get me feeling like a criminalnNo matter how high you sigh, you can’t deny your (you’re) subliminalnAnd every time you fire up a cigarette, younYou take a little of my breath awaynDon’t front real fly when you’re coming up shynYou turn around and settle for the next best thingnnAnd every time you cry, you up and say it’s hypocriticalnAnd who the hell am I, (am I to disagree?)nSo go ahead, deny the individualnThe only one who understand a word you saynDon’t front real fly when you’re coming up drynYou’ll turn around and settle for the next best thingnnYou know you’re terrified of an audience that’s criticalnLike who the hell are they to try and undermine me?nSo every time I smile a little cynical, younYou act as if you’ve seen the worst of menDon’t front real fly when you’re coming up shynYou turn around and settle for the next best thing