(difford/tilbrook)



Malicious gossip will never profit

When hearsay is its foundation

There are subscribers whose appetizers

Are pieces of conversation

Concocted rumours by out of tuners

Are the must in lovers' concerto

As long as we know at the piano

We're serving meat with our potato

Love's crashing waves upon the rocks

Is seen by some, by you it's not

But you won't drown, love is your town

When love is found for all to want



Unfounded scandal i cannot handle when it's been so diluted

With careful wording love can be burning

And the fire unconstituted

So my prescription is my addiction

When love is social surrounding

To show your colours to all those others

Who think that your love is drowning


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