Rebecca Ferguson Fake Smile

Put on your fake smile

And wipe away your real tears

What’s real anyway?

What’s real anyway?

Well, I’m not gonna lie

Doesn’t work I’ve tried

I’ve choked up the bitterness with wine

Calling him up, fully drunk

But he declines

Count on my blessings

And now I’m down to none

He took the piss because I let him

Yeah, I was good while I was fun

Put on your fake smile

And wipe away your real tears

What’s real anyway?

What’s real anyway?

Put on your short skirt

And show him what he’ll miss

It’s not real anyway

It’s not real anyway

So we’re not getting on

Maybe the timing’s wrong

But I thought we were getting better

And he just smiles as he tells me

I’m not the one

This film he’s directing

All his feelings are missing

And I’m saying sorry on my phone

For all the awful things that I haven’t done

Put on your fake smile

And wipe away your real tears

What’s real anyway?

What’s real anyway?

Put on your short skirt

And show him what he’ll miss

It’s not real anyway

It’s not real anyway

Just when it’s all gone

And I’ve had enough, son

I throw my towel in

His smile is real

As real as seeing

Put on that short skirt

And show him what he’ll miss

We’ve all done it anyway

Let’s be real anyway

Put on your fake smile

And wipe away your real tears

What’s real anyway?

What’s real anyway?

Put on your short skirt

And show him what he’ll miss

We’ve all done it anyway

Let’s be real anyway