11 Spit It All Out
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Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I meant every word I said
But only said half the words I meant
There's a loma where they came from
I suppose they'll get left unsaid
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 feelings usually displayed
And they wave white sheets from roofs, roofs
Pushchair to pension and 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 sex or a cig
So if you finally spit it all out
Make sure you're wearing a bib
And I suspect that those described as driven
Are usually driven by their mum or their dad
And motivation's something you work on
If you can spell properly or had
And if self belief is something you stutter
It's probably in a book I once had
Self belief, the first target of thieves
The last thing on the mind of the mad
And when it comes to your final speech
And as usual the cat's got your tongue
Be glad we're living in a world struck dumb
Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung, sung
Pushchair to pension and 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 sex 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 plan, the 30-piece band
Have been sacked and probably hung
And anyone here who's not sure
Got here but how they forgot
And anyone dare to ask '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