(difford/tilbrook)
Malicious gossip will never profit
When hearsay is its foundation
There are subscribers whose appetizers
Are pieces of conversation
Concocted rumours by out of tuners
Are the must in lovers concerto
As long as we know at the piano
Were serving meat with our potato
Loves crashing waves upon the rocks
Is seen by some, by you its not
But you wont drown, love is your town
When love is found for all to want
Unfounded scandal I cannot handle when its been so diluted
With careful wording love can be burning
And the fire unconstituted
So my prescription is my addiction
When love is social surrounding
To show your colours to all those others
Who think that your love is drowning