what do you feel if people talk about you and always keep talking about you and most of things is untrue? do we really need to dig others stuff and spread it? do we really have to slander others to feel great and satisfied?
what if we keep our mouth shut than talk about something which doesn't give any benefit... we won't get tired... people won't hate us... we'll live in peace...
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| they say...... |
Hey baby won't you look my way
I can be your new addiction
Hey baby what you gotta say?
All you're giving me is fiction
I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chitchat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta backtrack
When everybody talks back
Hey honey you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
Too much could be an overdose
All this trash talk make me itching
Oh my my shit
Everybody talks, everybody talks
Everybody talks too much
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chitchat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta backtrack
When everybody talks back
Never thought I'd live to see the day
When everybody's words got in the way
Hey sugar show me all your love
All you're giving me is friction
Hey sugar what you gotta say?
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chitchat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta backtrack
When everybody talks back
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks... back
It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)
And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)
Everybody talks
Everybody talks... back
