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(So be careful of stones that you throw) |
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Oh, a tongue can accuse and carry bad news |
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Gossip is cheap and it's lo-o-ow |
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So unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Just be careful of stones that you throw |
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SPOKEN: A neighbor was passin' my garden one time. She stopped and I |
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knew |
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right away that it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind. And |
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this is what I |
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heard my neighbor say-\"You know, that girl down the street should be run |
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from our |
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midst. She drinks and she talks quite a lot. She knows not to speak to |
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my child |
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and me.\" My neighbor then smiled and I thought |
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Oh, a tongue can accuse and carry bad news |
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Gossip is cheap and it's lo-o-ow |
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But unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Be careful of stones that you throw |
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SPOKEN: Just then a car speeded by in the screamin' of brakes-a sound |
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that |
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made my blood chill. For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from |
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the path |
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and saved by a girl lyin' still. The child was unhurt and my neighbor |
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cried out \"Oh, |
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who was that brave girl so sweet?\" I covered the crushed broken body |
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and said |
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\"The bad girl who lived down the street.\" |
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So unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Just be careful of stones that you throw |
