I was afraid you’d tell them my stories But I shouldn’t have worried, I shouldn’t have worried You never cared of what came out of my mouth And it’s good. Oh, it’s great. And it makes me laugh.
I was afraid you’d pity my freak-outs I shouldn’t have had doubts, shouldn’t have had doubts You never got what was on my mind I was happy you were dull. You were ugly I was blind.
Chorus All the women with velvet voices All the women with cotton eyes So calm and quiet but their cheeks turn magenta When undertone becomes innuendo When undertone becomes innuendo
People around are so cool and so single They never see anyone worthy to mingle with Every smile has its purpose, every word has its aim Sway the scepter, take a throne, the crown is yours, go reign.
Chorus All the men with satin hair All the men with silky smiles Loosen their ties and lose course of agenda When undertone becomes innuendo When undertone becomes innuendo
People around are so cool and so single I was afraid you’d tell them my stories...