I can tell you've got it
bottled up inside
i can tell 'cause
it shows in your eyes
you keep on keeping
your secrets inside
and i i will tell you tell you no lies
that's my lip service lip service
that's my lip service lip service
i can tell you heard
a lot of this before
i can tell you've had your fill
you you keep yours
and i'll keep mine
and when we tell stories
we'll wait for bedtime
but the raven still beguiling
all my fancy inter-smiling
straight i wheeled a cushioned seat
in front of bird and bust and door
then upon the velvet sinking
i betook myself to linking
fancy unto fancy thinking
what this ominous bird of yore
said the raven nevermore
your lips are sealed
but your eyes reveal the reason
you tell me the reason you squeal
for my lip service lip service
that's my lip service lip service