Magazine
Right this way
The room's full to burst
Whatever you say
Gotta quench that thirst
I've got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You've got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test with a clenched fist
Flash your winning smile
Let your eyes work the room
These people are here for you
You're the bride, you're the groom
I've got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You've got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test with a clenched fist
Yeah
You took the lie test
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test, you're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
You're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
You're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean, it don't mean
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
The room's full to burst
Whatever you say
Gotta quench that thirst
I've got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You've got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test with a clenched fist
Flash your winning smile
Let your eyes work the room
These people are here for you
You're the bride, you're the groom
I've got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You've got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test with a clenched fist
Yeah
You took the lie test
And I took a lie test with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness, oh, oh
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just took a lie test, you're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
You're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
You're making a scene
You're making a scene
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean, it don't mean
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
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Writer(s): Thomas Smith, Elliott Williams, Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay
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