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Text: Whigs (The). Give 'Em All A Big Fat Lip. Say Hello.


Say hello.
Yeah, say hello my darling.
Don't bite your nails.
Don't bite your nails. Keep talking.
The words in your heart belong on your tongue.
Yeah, they got to be someone else.
Yeah, they got to.
Yeah, they got to.
Oh oh.

So hit the ground.
And hit the ground with nothing.
And wipe your nails.
You're right, your nails have fallen
The words in your heart belong on your tongue.
Yeah, they got to be someone else.
Yeah, they got to.
Yeah, they got to.
Oh oh.

Oh I've been sailing over weight and over weight, that's fine.
I'm sailing over weight and overweight, that's fine.
I'm sailing over weight and overweight, that's fine.
I'm sailing over weight and overweight, that's fine.

Say hello.
Yeah, say hello my darling.
Don't bite your nails.
Don't bite your nails. Keep talking.
... They you're right. And right, you're not wrong.
Don't let yourself be what you left out.
You don't got to.
You don't got to.
Oh oh.

Oh I've been sailing over weight and over weight, that's fine.
I'm sailing over weight and overweight, that's fine.
I'm sailing over weight and overweight, that's fine.
And I'm sailing over weight and you're overweight, that's fine.

Yeah, it's fine.
Yeah, it's fine.
Yeah, it's fine.

So say hello.
Yeah, say hello my darling.
Don't bite your nails.
Damn right your nails are fallen.
You know you had. I want you to roam. And I want to be someone else.
Cause you got to.
Yeah you got to

(Thanks to Caitlin for these lyrics)