Words & music by Paul Simon
When she goes, she's gone.
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I'm fakin' it
I'm not really makin' it.
I'm such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines
Pickin' up the punch lines
I've just been fakin' it
Not really makin' it.
Is there any danger?
No, no, not not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I've just been fakin' it, fakin' it
Not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it
I still haven't shaken it.
Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor
Look at me...
("Good moming, Mr Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?")
I own the tailor's face and hands.
I am the tailor's face and hands
I know I'm fakin' it, fakin' it
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it
I still haven't shaken it.
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
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