Mot - Tales Of Glory lyrics

I can't believe the tales you tell me I ain't buyin' the stuff you sell me Hey baby, I'm tellin' ya what You think I'm sold, baby I'm not You tell me, tales of glory But I know, whoa babe, it's the same old story You think I'm gonna fall for you You reckon that I'm goin' right thru But I ain't no adolescent I'm just gonna keep your guessing You ain't gonna stitch me up You'll find that I'm real bad luck I'm gonna leave you babe But think of the money you'll save You tell me, tales of glory But I know whoa babe it's the same old story Leave me out, leave me out Sick and tired without a doubt Get me out, get me out Get me out of here Endlessly, endlessly You mouth won't set me free Endlessly, endlessly Rabbit in my ear