Devotion

There are some terrible gossips in this town

There are some terrible gossips in this town

With jaws like vices

And eyes like drains

There are some little weasels in this town

Scampering around loose

With yellow teeth

And the beady eyes

We should set a standard amount of words

That i am to say to these

We should set a standard type of look

That you are to give to me

When you wanna leave

There are some terrible gossips in this town

With jaws like vices

And eyes like drains

I won't tell what they say about you

I won't flourish the ****

You are my dearest friend

And i will protect you

Until the end

With a will like vices

Complete as a drain