The Selecter - Hearsay lyrics

Small town people live small lives I swear they take you for a ride Every day I hear the same It's always someone else to blame And it makes me mad Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay And it makes me mad Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay, hearsay Some of the lies I've tried to hush Would have made Godiva blush Kitchen drama full of soap (Inside your pockets) Low on life and high on hope And it makes me mad Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay And it makes me mad Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay, hearsay Always crying on my shoulder Creeping 'round from home to home Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay And it makes me mad Annabelle's making me sad With all of her hearsay, hearsay, hearsay So sad