Brad Walsh - Secret Eater | Текст песни

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• Brad Walsh
• Secret Eater

I’m your secret eater
Catch me underneath the table every Friday night
Said I’m your secret eater, eat your secrets
You can tell me it’ll be all right, baby
‘Cause I’m a fatty but there’s always room for one more bit of
Information, tell me all your trepidations
Your secret eater, swallow secrets, keep my mouth locked tight

How, how, how, how

Tell me what you’re thinking
I will keep it to myself
You’ll never ever ever have to worry ’bout a thing
You can kill me if I ever tell

How, how, how, how

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