(Difford/Tilbrook) 



Malicious gossip will never profit   

When hearsay is its foundation   

There are subscribers whose appetizers   

Are pieces of conversation   

Concocted rumours by out of tuners   

Are the must in lovers' concerto   

As long as we know at the piano   

We're serving meat with our potato   

Love's crashing waves upon the rocks   

Is seen by some, by you it's not   

But you won't drown, love is your town   

When love is found for all to want   



Unfounded scandal I cannot handle when it's been so diluted   

With careful wording love can be burning   

And the fire unconstituted   

So my prescription is my addiction   

When love is social surrounding   

To show your colours to all those others   

Who think that your love is drowning