But only said half the words I meant
There's a load more where they came from
I suppose will get left unsent
Like conversation started
But don't know which way it went
Lips don't miss the wish for a kiss,
And time doesn't care how it's spent
And the only way a white lie shows
Is the length of the gap between truths
Imprison any feeling usually displayed
And they wave white sheets from roofs
Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right
So it was simplifed to one great fib
Anyone else who couldn't put it into words
Just got their lips round good s** or a cig
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you're wearing a bib
And I suspect those described as driven
Are usually driven by their mum or their dad
And motivation something you work on
If you can't spell properly or add
And if self-belief is something you started
Its probably in a book I once had
Self-belief the first target of thief
The last thing on the mind of the mad
And when it comes to your final speech
And as usual the cats got your tongue
Be glad we're living in a world struck dumb
Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung
Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right
So it was simplified to one great fib
Anyone else who couldn't put it into words
Just got their lips round good s** or a cig
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you're wearing a bib
From where I'm sat, the lady's not fat
She's skinny with just the one lung
And the send-off planned the thirty-piece band
Have been sacked and probably hung
And anyone here who's a 'not sure'
Got here but how they forgot
And anyone dared ask a 'what for? '
Will get what for on the spot
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you're out of your cot
I meant every word I said But only said half the words I meant There's a load more where they came from I suppose will get left unsent Like conversation started But don't know which way it went Lips don't miss the wish for a kiss, And time doesn't care how it's spent And the only way a white lie shows Is the length of the gap between truths Imprison any feeling usually displayed And they wave white sheets from roofs Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right So it was simplifed to one great fib Anyone else who couldn't put it into words Just got their lips round good s** or a cig So if you finally spit it all out Make sure you're wearing a bib And I suspect those described as driven Are usually driven by their mum or their dad And motivation something you work on If you can't spell properly or add And if self-belief is something you started Its probably in a book I once had Self-belief the first target of thief The last thing on the mind of the mad And when it comes to your final speech And as usual the cats got your tongue Be glad we're living in a world struck dumb Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right So it was simplified to one great fib Anyone else who couldn't put it into words Just got their lips round good s** or a cig So if you finally spit it all out Make sure you're wearing a bib From where I'm sat, the lady's not fat She's skinny with just the one lung And the send-off planned the thirty-piece band Have been sacked and probably hung And anyone here who's a 'not sure' Got here but how they forgot And anyone dared ask a 'what for? ' Will get what for on the spot So if you finally spit it all out Make sure you're out of your cot Explain Request ×
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