Текст песни Editors - Magazine

Right this wayThe room's full to burstWhatever you sayGotta quench that thirstI've got a little secret for youIt's in a magazineYou've got an urge to keep safeBeen now stay clean, yeahNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a helix, gag a witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipJust talk the loudest with a clenched fistWash your winning smileLet your eyes work the roomThese people are here for youYou're the bride, you're the groomI've got a little secret for you

It's in a magazineYou've got an urge to keep safeBeen now stay clean, yeahNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a helix, gag a witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipJust talk the loudest with a clenched fistYeah, you talk the loudestNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a helix, just gag a witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipNow talk the loudest you're making them sing, you're making them singIt don't mean a thing, it don't mean a thingYou're making them sing, you're making them singIt don't mean a thing, it don't mean a thingYou're making them sing, you're making them singIt don't mean a thing, it don't mean a, don't mean a, don't mean a thingIt don't mean a thing
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