Editors
Editors - Magazine lyrics
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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