Rumours Songtext
von Barton Hartshorn

It must have been my lucky day
Your shoelace was undone
But still I could not save myself
From one slip of the tongue
And I will stand there and deny it

Like a bunch of rumours following me
You′ll find out, you'll find out
There′s no doubt
Maybe you will miss it without a clue
Most of all the rumours involve you
You'll find out, you'll find out
They′re all true

I′m fresh out of the box
Oh can I tempt you with the taste
Of polystyrene on my lips
And a one-boy cabaret
It's getting harder to deny it


Like a bunch of rumours following me
You′ll find out, you'll find out
There′s no doubt
Maybe you will miss it without a clue
Most of all the rumours involve you
You'll find out, you′ll find out
They're all true

You'll hear it like a song in the playground

Hear it in the whispers out on the breeze
Like a bunch of rumours following me
You′ll find out, you′ll find out
There's no doubt
Maybe you will miss it without a clue
Most of all the rumours involve you
You′ll find out, you'll find out
They′re all true

Oh, they're all true
(Rumours)