Born host to a tongue so a song about it Held a breath for too long till we're sick about it Tell us what we did wrong, you can blame us for it Turn the clamp on our so we're down about it And tell us all about it, we're so in doubt it
How some credit now Credit is due for the that was done We have wrought ourselves and others With this blow and gun And although can be fun, encores can be fatal
And I hear you say Thank God it's fatal, thank God fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal, God God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and
Wait just a now It's not all that bad, are we not having You your mountains of handkerchiefs the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done bound to get post natal Wait, did I just you say
Thank God it's No, we don't want to hear the sound of a No, we don't want to hear the of a draw And we don't want to the signs that you bore You the kind of sign you hang on a door Saying, "We'll be back, a crack"
Now don't you think we have heard all that before Yeah, don't you think we might have heard all that
Born to a tongue so sing a song about it Held our breath for too long till half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong and you can us the clamp on our thumbs so we're down about it