As the words are spread
Like jelly on toast
And butter on bread
It has been said
“Don’t tell a soul or else I’m dead!”
What started out as a secret
Turned out to be news
‘Cause you couldn’t keep it.
“On the down low”?
It’ll never work out; it’ll just grow
Don’t blame others for starting gossip
If you were the first one to toss it
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