I can keep a secret from my mama, I can keep a secret from my pa I keep myself out of trouble, stay one step ahead of the law And I can keep it from my neighbors – it ain't like they even care But I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store downstairs
It's the patronage of strangers that's keeping me from being broke But when they hand over the paycheck to me, they have to wonder where it goes Because I never seem to save it – I sure ain't wasting it on clothes, nor soap It's a mystery to you but there's a guy at the store that knows
Because by eleven in the morning, I'll find him selling smokes Laughing in another language but we all know a joke's a joke Then by seven in the evening, I'm darkening the door Lord, it's so hard trying to keep a secret in that god damn store
He's there to see me buying cigarettes – he's there to see me buying beer He's never seen me on the internet and five o'clock is nowhere near But every day can be the weekend if you can walk a couple floors, take that three story tour And make sure you're talking money when you're rocking with the boss at the store I'm rocking with the boss
I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store I can't keep a secret, I couldn't lie anymore I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store Why try like before?
Because you can lie with your expression or lie with the things you say But you can't lie with your dollars, nah, babe – your dollars, they give you away And the faces on the paper, the faces from the paper glare That's why I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store downstairs
The money in the pocket, there's a fire burning there That's why I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store downstairs It's glaringly apparent why I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store downstairs So why should I attempt it when I can't keep a secret from the guy at the store downstairs?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
