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lyrics
Talking shit behind my back
Well soon we'll be turned around
And you can sit down in it
You're always trying to make my bed
But I'm the one who's got to sleep in it
You turn our little fun into sin
A can of worms in a cookie tin
You turn our little fun into trouble
And now I'll think double
Before I open my mouth around you
Not a peep, not a peep, not a piece of this
Not a peep, not a peep, not a piece of this
So take your smokes and your bitter jokes
And your typewriter trash when you leave
But not a peep, not a piece, not a piece of me
You got a head of bad ideas
And you spit them out like dandelion seeds
This year I wasn't gonna plant any weeds
Yeah I was gonna keep my harvest small
For all your danger you needed a protector
And for all your romance you're just a collector
Who always wants something to keep
But you won't hear another peep from me
Not a peep, not a peep, not a piece of this
Not a peep, not a peep, not a piece of this
So take your smokes and your bitter jokes
And your typewriter trash when you leave
But not a peep, not a piece, not a piece of me