| Can’t believe what I just read
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| Gossip on the Internet
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| Now the tabloids have the news
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| Cross my heart it just ain’t true
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| I never thought it of you
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| Name names and every line
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| Is feeding their suspicious minds
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| I’m not bitter or angry
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| I’m only feeling sympathy
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| You really found the time
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| To feed the reporter with your views
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| See the reporter break the news
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| Read the reporter, join the queue
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| Spread the news, scandalize
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| Words cut like a thousand knives
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| Take the cash, bag the prize
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| For playing games with other people’s lives
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| See the reporter break the news
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| Read the reporter, join the queue
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| Eat it up, take a bite
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| Feed the reader’s appetite
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| They’ll swallow anything you write
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| As long as it’s in black and white
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| And full of titillation
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| I can’t believe what I just read
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| Excuse me, I just vomited
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| Tell your story, it’s your call
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| So autobiographical
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| But oh, so trivial
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| Feed the reporter
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| They put it on the Internet
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| To help improve the circulation
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| They’ll pepper it with lies
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| It’s only other people’s lives
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| Feed the reporter
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| Read the reporter
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| Politicians dressed in drag
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| Careers stopped with quick back stab
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| While anonymous informer flees
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| And leaves us with our fantasy
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| And erotic visions
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| Who did what, when, to whom
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| In the dominatrix room?
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| Tabloids daily titillate
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| Each sordid tale reverberates
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| All across the nation
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| (What can I say?)
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| Feed the reporter
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| (It's a vendetta)
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| Read the reporter
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| A rumor then a vicious phrase
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| A poison pen can wreck your day
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| And weather (?) words that crucify
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| As tabloid judges sharpen up their knives
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| Read the reporter
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| Black and white
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| See the reporter
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| Victimize
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| See a poor sucker
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| Crucified
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| To stop the truth, so tell your lies
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| Betray your friends and get the prize
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| The dagger’s in, now twist the knife
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| The gutter’s full of other people’s lives |