Word Gets Around Songtext
von The Floating Men

She clawed through the stalled hours
Through the awkwardly paused hours
Where balls full of wallflowers stood perfectly still
While cluelessly amorous
Ghoulishly glamorous
Fine southern ladies came swooping in for the kill

And she smeared on the mirror in eyeliner, "Word gets around"
Word gets around
It′s all over town
I'm not sorry

She blew through her nude scenes
It was gruesomely routine
It was putridly unclean and pushed her over the edge
Until a drastically glamorous
Plastically amorous
Streetwalker sweet-talked her down off the ledge


And she scrawled in the stall of the ladies′ room
Word gets around
Word gets around
It's all over town
I'm not sorry (I′m not sorry)
I′m not sorry (I'm not sorry)
I′m not sorry (I'm not sorry)
And there′s no turning back now

Well her sex drive took a nose dive between low tide and I-5
It's a wonder she survived all nine lives on the edge
But meticulously amorous
Ridiculously glamorous
Fag hags and drag queens talked her down off the ledge

She chewed through the frayed ropes
Of her neutered and spayed hopes
While the brutally straight dope circled high overhead
And magically amorous
Tragically glamorous
Coke whores and french doors shattered bloody glass on the bed

And she called to the ball full of wallflowers, "Word gets around"
Word gets around
It′s all over town
I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry
I′m not sorry
And I ain′t backing down now