Here comes the blabbermouth

Everybody hold on to your secrets

You better not let 'em out or the blabbermouth's gonna tell.

Here comes the blabbermouth

Everybody hold on to your secrets

If you let the blabbermouth see it you know she's gonna tell.



Don't be so judgmental

How would you like to be her?

Everybody calling you yentl

Always creating a stir

Actually i'm speaking about myself



I'm the person this song is about

And it's the loneliest feeling you ever felt

To have to be the blabbermouth



It's a crummy gig but someone's gotta do it

A thing goes underground and it festers like a sore

Years go by and no one refers to it

But everyone involved is rotting at the core

From thinking and trying to escape it

And figuring out some way to feel okay

You write a song that just doesn't say and tape it

Dreaming it will be over with someday



But here comes the blabbermouth to send that thing around

The grapevine

Last i heard it was heading south with a whole new spin and

A different dateline.



I'm glad i wasn't home to take my angry licks

When you called me on the phone regarding my latest antics

But aren't you a little happy in the back of your mind

That you don't have to worry about a slip

When you're sitting with a friend drinkin' some wine?

Don't you see i did you a favor button lip?


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