Sweep it under the rug, keep it under your hat.
If more than two people know, it's not a secret.
And I'd be willing to bet.
And I'd be willing to bet.

No more last minute reprieve,
because you've got too much up your sleeve.
You'll fly off the handle, shoot from the hip,
cover your tracks and clench your fists.
You'll need a chaser to stomach this.
You'll need a chaser to stomach this.

No more last minute reprieve,
because you've got too much up your sleeve.
No more last minute reprieve,
because you've got too much up your sleeve.

That's the story of...
That's the story of...
That's the story of...
This, that, this, that's the story of...


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