Blabbermouth Lyrics



Here comes the blabbermouth
Everybody hold on to your secrets
You better not let em out or the blabbermouths gonna tell.
Here comes the blabbermouth
Everybody hold on to your secrets
If you let the blabbermouth see it you know shes gonna tell.

Dont be so judgmental
How would you like to be her?
Everybody calling you yentl
Always creating a stir
Actually Im speaking about myself

Im the person this song is about
And its the loneliest feeling you ever felt
To have to be the blabbermouth

Its a crummy gig but someones 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 doesnt 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.

Im glad I wasnt home to take my angry licks
When you called me on the phone regarding my latest antics
But arent you a little happy in the back of your mind
That you dont have to worry about a slip
When youre sitting with a friend drinkin some wine?
Dont you see I did you a favor button lip?


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Roches - Blabbermouth Lyrics
Here comes the blabbermouth
Everybody hold on to your secrets
You better not let em out or the blabbermouths gonna tell.
Here comes the blabbermouth
Everybody hold on to your secrets
If you let the blabbermouth see it you know shes gonna tell.

Dont be so judgmental
How would you like to be her?
Everybody calling you yentl
Always creating a stir
Actually Im speaking about myself

Im the person this song is about
And its the loneliest feeling you ever felt
To have to be the blabbermouth

Its a crummy gig but someones 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 doesnt 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.

Im glad I wasnt home to take my angry licks
When you called me on the phone regarding my latest antics
But arent you a little happy in the back of your mind
That you dont have to worry about a slip
When youre sitting with a friend drinkin some wine?
Dont you see I did you a favor button lip?

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