Gloria moody, a girl of 16 Undressed for her doctor by a hospital screen All very pure, But you can make it sound mean with rumours.
She went out with her uncle, 50 years old And very soon found herself out in the cold Cause that ain't the story The neighbours were told thru rumours.
Rumours can kill you, cause you to wail Break up your marriage, put you in jail Lifes is your cross, But they drive in the nail with rumours.
Rumours can maim you, cause you to weep Make you take tablets, or walk in your sleep Even take poison and fallin a heap of rumours.
Won me some money on horse named cajole So I bought me a car, my wife a mink stole (But the way the neighbours heard it I had stolen a car).
My friend's wife, while visiting, fainted on me So I went an laid her on the settee (But the way the neighbours heard it).
Rumours can wound you, cause you to bleed Make you go crazy, or just go to seed The very last things in the world that you need Are rumours.
Rumours can hurt you, causing you pain Again and again and again and again You can feel lonely, out in the rain thru rumoursTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
