judge it, just keep it to yourself now. And If you ain't got nothing good to say, don't say nothing at all. I go bitten by the bitter bug, and now I
All the fur and fin will lose again Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will
way Everything goes wrong Baby, if you took all the good stuff and you put it all together And you took all the bad stuff and you threw it all away Would I still be the girl