Chatter Box

Before you spill the beans, I think you'd ought to know

I've always been a raconteur, a chatterbox, a blabbermouth who

Loves to blow up the bones of it, I'm a snakey man, with a snakey plan to

Keep your gossip as best I can, but it's hard, I tried, I can't

So my wife said, "Don't talk rubbish about your friends", I'm sorry I think I did

Now they're falling out with me

If I had a gun up against my head, and had to pick a fault

I'd have to confess that it's my need to impress people when I talk

Whatever you need to get off your chest, I'm all ears

Well d'you know that you heard to never trust me with words, well, perhaps they're not wrong