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how the tongues they wag
The tongues they wag, with constant chatter
making such a noise, making such a clatter
spreading all their lies thinly , on their toast with tea
How I wish their tongues would stop, wagging about me.
So and so was seen it's true, I cannot tell a lie
Going somewhere late, with another guy
did you hear the latest about that Mr. Jones?
He's not going to the Coast, for he has lost his home.
Did you see that woman, the way she wears her dress?
what could she be thinking, I could never guess.
I heard the other day, the most dreadful thing you know,
He's so absolutely vile, that Mr. So and So.
How the tongues they do wag, with constant dark delight
Spreading all their hate, it just does not seem right,.
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