A secret passed from mouth to ear,
Meant for only one person to hear,
But still the news is passed along,
And every time that it moves on,
Bits are added, missed out, changed,
Until the whole thing’s rearranged,
Blown up wildly out of proportion,
You can’t see truth through the distortion,
And when the message’s returned to sender,
There is no obvious offender,
Who bent the truth to make it hurt,
That’s just the way that rumours work.
Meant for only one person to hear,
But still the news is passed along,
And every time that it moves on,
Bits are added, missed out, changed,
Until the whole thing’s rearranged,
Blown up wildly out of proportion,
You can’t see truth through the distortion,
And when the message’s returned to sender,
There is no obvious offender,
Who bent the truth to make it hurt,
That’s just the way that rumours work.
Things didn’t turn out the way you planned,
The situation just got out of hand,
You didn’t want me to get hurt,
And should have thought it through properly first.
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