Scuttlebutt from Middling by The Finks

I’m far from innocent
You’re always shooting your mouth off
I was born in a tent
I lost the keys to your house

I’ve heard worse things have happened at sea
That’s where you happen to be so I’m stuck with me

I’m no soldier’s wife
I’m not baking you biscuits
I’m working nine to five
Collecting hobbies like sixpence

And sure I could learn to love it
The shorter end of the stick’s being stuck with me

I forgot what you told me
Are you sleepless and lonely
You can lie if you want to

Tell me a dream worth retelling
A secret worth selling
If that’s what it’s come to

I think that’s what it’s come to

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