Caught out with my pants down
inflagrantly making hate
because the sun was high and so was I
what we do is what we must
this is honesty
what you hate is what you've made of me.
Maybe she's my sister and I missed her so I kissed her.
See I can explain, I always say:
when did you learn not to trust?
This is honesty,
what you hate is what you've made of me.
this is honesty...
this is honesty...
this is honesty...
Honesty,
what you hate is what you've made of me
and I'll talk straight as an arrow
then you'll have to ask yourself:
do you like what you hear?
Honesty,
'cause this is honesty
and you can trust,
and you can trust me...