Hearsay - The Selecter

Small town people live small lives

I swear they take you for a ride

Everyday I hear the same

It’s always someone else to blame

And it makes me mad

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

And it makes me mad

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

Hearsay

Some of the lies I’ve tried to hush

Would have made Godiva blush

Kitchen drama full of soap (inside your pockets)

Low on life and high on hope

And it makes me mad

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

And it makes me mad

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

Hearsay

Always crying on my shoulder

Creeping round from home to home

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

And it makes me mad

Annabelle’s making me sad

With all of her hearsay

Hearsay

Hearsay

So sad