Spit It All Out Lyrics

Song	Spit It All Out
Artist	The Beautiful South
Album	Gaze
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	作词 : Heaton, Rotheray
	I meant every word I said
	But only said half the words I meant
	There's a load more where they came from
	I suppose will get left unsent
	Like conversation started
	but don't know which way it went
	Lips don't miss the wish for a kiss,
	And time doesn't care how its spent
	And the only way a white lie shows
	Is the length of the gap between truths
	Imprison any feeling usually displayed
	And they wave white sheets from roofs
	Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right
	So it was simplifed to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn't put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you're wearing a bib
	And I suspect those described as driven
	Are usually driven by their mum or their dad
	And motivation something you work on
	If you cant spell properly or add
	And if self-belief is something you started
	Its probably in a book I once had
	Self-belief the first target of thief
	The last thing on the mind of the mad
	And when it comes to your final speech
	And as usual the cats got your tongue
	Be glad we're living in a world struck dumb
	Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung
	Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right
	So it was simplified to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn't put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you're wearing a bib
	From where I'm sat, the lady's not fat
	She's skinny with just the one lung
	And the send-off planned the thirty-piece band
	Have been sacked and probably hung
	And anyone here who's a 'not sure'
	Got here but how they forgot
	And anyone dared ask a 'what for?'
	Will get what for on the spot
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you're out of your cot

	zuo ci : Heaton, Rotheray
	I meant every word I said
	But only said half the words I meant
	There' s a load more where they came from
	I suppose will get left unsent
	Like conversation started
	but don' t know which way it went
	Lips don' t miss the wish for a kiss,
	And time doesn' t care how its spent
	And the only way a white lie shows
	Is the length of the gap between truths
	Imprison any feeling usually displayed
	And they wave white sheets from roofs
	Pushchair to pensioner noone said it right
	So it was simplifed to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn' t put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re wearing a bib
	And I suspect those described as driven
	Are usually driven by their mum or their dad
	And motivation something you work on
	If you cant spell properly or add
	And if selfbelief is something you started
	Its probably in a book I once had
	Selfbelief the first target of thief
	The last thing on the mind of the mad
	And when it comes to your final speech
	And as usual the cats got your tongue
	Be glad we' re living in a world struck dumb
	Where the fat lady hasn' t yet sung
	Pushchair to pensioner noone said it right
	So it was simplified to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn' t put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re wearing a bib
	From where I' m sat, the lady' s not fat
	She' s skinny with just the one lung
	And the sendoff planned the thirtypiece band
	Have been sacked and probably hung
	And anyone here who' s a ' not sure'
	Got here but how they forgot
	And anyone dared ask a ' what for?'
	Will get what for on the spot
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re out of your cot

	zuò cí : Heaton, Rotheray
	I meant every word I said
	But only said half the words I meant
	There' s a load more where they came from
	I suppose will get left unsent
	Like conversation started
	but don' t know which way it went
	Lips don' t miss the wish for a kiss,
	And time doesn' t care how its spent
	And the only way a white lie shows
	Is the length of the gap between truths
	Imprison any feeling usually displayed
	And they wave white sheets from roofs
	Pushchair to pensioner noone said it right
	So it was simplifed to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn' t put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re wearing a bib
	And I suspect those described as driven
	Are usually driven by their mum or their dad
	And motivation something you work on
	If you cant spell properly or add
	And if selfbelief is something you started
	Its probably in a book I once had
	Selfbelief the first target of thief
	The last thing on the mind of the mad
	And when it comes to your final speech
	And as usual the cats got your tongue
	Be glad we' re living in a world struck dumb
	Where the fat lady hasn' t yet sung
	Pushchair to pensioner noone said it right
	So it was simplified to one great fib
	Anyone else who couldn' t put it into words
	Just got their lips round good sex or a cig
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re wearing a bib
	From where I' m sat, the lady' s not fat
	She' s skinny with just the one lung
	And the sendoff planned the thirtypiece band
	Have been sacked and probably hung
	And anyone here who' s a ' not sure'
	Got here but how they forgot
	And anyone dared ask a ' what for?'
	Will get what for on the spot
	So if you finally spit it all out
	Make sure you' re out of your cot

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