| Baby, you know you ain’t no Fridgidaire
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| You can’t keep nothin', tell everything you hear
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| But everything I know, I keep it to myself
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| 'cause 'n I ever tell you, you tell someone else
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| What I say
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| (I'm gonna — gotta keep it to myself, heh.)
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| Woman, you know you ain’t nothin' but a. |
| .. tattle-tale
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| You told on my brother, and he landed to jail
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| You said that, you know, you didn’t mean no harm
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| But they gave him forty days on the County Farm
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| What I say
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| (I'm gonna keep it to myself — yeah.)
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| You just a blabber-mouth baby
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| And spreadin' gossip is your game
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| When you get to rappin' baby
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| You make a stool pigeon feel ashamed
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| Baby you must be from’a outer space
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| 'Cause the way you run your mouth is a natch’l disgrace
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| I don’t know how much trouble you cause'
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| But I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t start the last war
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| What I say, yeah
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| I’ve got-ta, I gotta keep it to myself
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| Lord, I ain’t gonna tell nobody else, no
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| I gotta. |
| .. I gotta. |
| .. I gotta keep it to myself
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Hey hey
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| Hey hey haay yeeeeeeeeeh yeh
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| Keep it all now;
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| I gotta keep it all now
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| I gotta keep it a-a-a-all now |