The Roches - Blabbermouth lyrics

Here comes the blabbermouth Everybody hold on to your secrets You better not let 'em out or the blabbermouth's gonna tell. Here comes the blabbermouth Everybody hold on to your secrets If you let the blabbermouth see it you know she's gonna tell. Don't be so judgmental How would you like to be her? Everybody calling you yentl Always creating a stir Actually i'm speaking about myself I'm the person this song is about And it's the loneliest feeling you ever felt To have to be the blabbermouth It's a crummy gig but someone's gotta do it A thing goes underground and it festers like a sore Years go by and no one refers to it But everyone involved is rotting at the core From thinking and trying to escape it And figuring out some way to feel okay You write a song that just doesn't say and tape it Dreaming it will be over with someday But here comes the blabbermouth to send that thing around The grapevine Last i heard it was heading south with a whole new spin and A different dateline. I'm glad i wasn't home to take my angry licks When you called me on the phone regarding my latest antics But aren't you a little happy in the back of your mind That you don't have to worry about a slip When you're sitting with a friend drinkin' some wine? Don't you see i did you a favor bu*ton lip?