Nobody knows about it
The only thing that keeps me sane is that it's mine
My little secret never gets so clouded
In other people's prying minds
My secret - I keep it locked up underground
'Cause over time I've found
Whoever's in the know is on the vine
And i don't want to be the topic of some stuipd conversation.
This town is ready for its own damn tabloid.
Who's on page one?
I'm getting tired of this information commune.
I've spoken once and now my words are getting old.
When all these vultures have descended on you
You'll want some secrets of your own.