Chinese Whispers
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Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything
That we've done
You believe what you read in the printed lies
But you won't believe the evidence
Of your own eyes
And yes I've done a lot of things
You'd probably call a crime
But I don't feel guilty for anything
CHORUS:
All the tongues waggle
But we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers
Going for a while
... here comes some text which isn't printed
How, how you love it, how you love it
You go out and you find it
How you love it, how you love it
Such horror, oh such a farce
Just a little bit of broken glass
You should think yourself lucky
That this was done
You'll have something you can whine
About for years to come ...
CHORUS:
All the tongues waggle ...
Me thinks the lady doth protest too much
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