There are some terrible gossips in this town There are some terrible gossips in this town With jaws like vices And eyes like drains
There are some little weasels in this town Scampering around loose With yellow teeth And the beady eyes
We should set a standard amount of words That I am to say to these We should set a standard type of look That you are to give to me When you wanna leave
There are some terrible gossips in this town With jaws like vices And eyes like drains
I won't tell what they say about you I won't flourish the shit You are my dearest friend And I will protect you Until the end
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