Rumour

When she turned eighteen, she went astray.
With her brother’s dealer, so they say:
“She had the baby yesterday.”
Perhaps it’s just a rumour…
They kept her prisoner growing up.
Told her “Jesus was enough!”
She’s really into dirty stuff.
Perhaps it’s just a rumour…
And if you asked her, she’d say:

“I’m just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.”

See that girl! She’s looking great.
She used to be quite overweight.
She may not be entirely straight.
Perhaps it’s just a rumour…
Always did as she was told.
Apparently she’s on the dough.
Spends it all on alcohol.
Perhaps it’s just a rumour…

I’m just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.

‘Cause she did it. She did it.
Her bed is forbidden.
He’s fitting, she isn’t.
She keeps her face hidden.
She told them “Good riddance!”
Her sister brought with them.
She wishes she didn’t.
And now they’re all singing.

Just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.

I’m just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.

She did it. She did it.
Her bed is forbidden.
He’s fitting, she isn’t
She keeps her face hidden.
She told them “Good riddance!”
Her sister brought with them.
She wishes she didn’t.
And now they’re all singing.

I’m just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.

Just trying to work out,
How to be like myself.
I’m just trying to work out,
These cards I’ve been dealt.