PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND BEFORE YOU SPEAK
We sit around the round table
We laugh and make each other cry
Nobody leaves without a smile
But we all talk at the same time
And we don't get the whole story
It's just fragments out of context
Making rumors a west coast offense
Increase the numbers as we pass it around
We sit around a friend's apartment
I stand alone in the kitchen corner
I watched your eyes as you passed the bottle
My head's in my hood, we're almost over
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© 1998 Daniel L. Cote
tillius@aol.com
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