| Scuttlebutt She's always ready for the worst of news, And shes hopin' it may be you. She knows all the scuttlebutt about the whatnot That she doesn't want for a guy. Rumor is a wind that blows so smart, It doesnt even know who you are. She's standing there waiting at the top of the stairs with her eyes fixed on you like glue. "Where are you going now? where you been'? What is yr latest sin?" Shes into the big time. She reads the national enquirer. She stretches the truth with such imagination Shes more of a writer than a liar. She's always ready for the worst of news, And shes hopin' it may be you. She knows all the scuttlebutt about the whatnot That she doesn't want for a guy. Rumor is a wind that blows so smart, It doesnt even know who you are. |