The way you craft your phrases
Gets my propeller spinning
How you settle your disputes
Leaves no room for an underdog winning
So I just keep my mouth shut and wait for it to end
Silence is the spike in your ear
But it doesn't get the ball across
My black tongue is the only thing to fear
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
The way you craft your phrases
Gets my propeller spinning
How you settle your disputes
Leaves no room for an underdog winning
So I just keep my mouth shut and wait for it to end
Silence is the spike in your ear
But it doesn't get the ball across
My black tongue is the only thing to fear
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