you know you ain't no fridgidaire. you can't keep nothin'
tell everything you hear. but everything i know
i keep it to myself
'cause 'n i ever tell you
you tell someone else
what i say. woman
you know you ain't nothin' but a. tattle-tale. you told on my brother
and he landed to jail. you said that
you know
you didn't mean no harm
but they gave him forty days on the county farm. what i say. you just a blabber-mouth baby
and spreadin' gossip is your game. when you get to rappin' baby
you make a stool pigeon feel ashamed. baby you must be from'a outer space. 'cause the way you run your mouth is a natch'l disgrace. i don't know how much trouble you cause'
but i wouldn't be surprised if you didn't start the last war. what i say
yeah. i've got-ta
i gotta keep it to myself. lord
i ain't gonna tell nobody else
no. i gotta. i gotta. i gotta keep it to myself. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. hey hey
hey hey haay yeeeeeeeeeh yeh
keep it all now;
i gotta keep it all now. i gotta keep it a-a-a-all now.