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