Don't want to talk about the government
Don't want to talk about some incident
Don't want to talk about some peppermint gum
Don't want to talk about the time to come
bu*ton my lip
'Til I'm smart enough
Don't raise your hand
'Cos I'm not offering
It serves you right
Now you are suffering
Give me a chance
To see it though
It all depends on what you hold is true
bu*ton my lip
With your kiss
Don't want to hear some little sniveling
You just don't get what I'm delivering
Maybe you want me
But you know you can't
I'd say, 'I want you?
But you know I don't
bu*ton my lip
'Til I'm old enough
'Til I'm smart enough
'Til I'm?
bu*ton my lip
Don't want to come at your beckoning
For any day they'll be a reckoning
Don't want to hear what is impossible
Baby, you've become invisible
bu*ton my lip
I've seen those clowns vacant and insolent
I stand accused but I am innocent
I am the mighty and magnificent