Keep It to Myself

Baby, you know you ain't no Fridgidaire

You can't keep nothin', tell everything you hear

But everything I know, I keep it to myself

'cause 'n I ever tell you, you tell someone else

What I say

(I'm gonna – gotta keep it to myself, heh.)

Woman, you know you ain't nothin' but a . . . tattle-tale

You told on my brother, and he landed to jail

You said that, you know, you didn't mean no harm

But they gave him forty days on the County Farm

What I say

(I'm gonna keep it to myself – yeah.)

You just a blabber-mouth baby

And spreadin' gossip is your game

When you get to rappin' baby

You make a stool pigeon feel ashamed

Baby you must be from'a outer space

'Cause the way you run your mouth is a natch'l disgrace

I don't know how much trouble you cause'

But I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't start the last war

What I say, yeah

I've got-ta, I gotta keep it to myself

Lord, I ain't gonna tell nobody else, no

I gotta . . . I gotta . . . I gotta keep it to myself

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hey hey

Hey hey haay yeeeeeeeeeh yeh

Keep it all now;

I gotta keep it all now

I gotta keep it a-a-a-all now