Magazine – Editors – letras

Right this wayThe room’s full to burstWhatever you sayGotta quench that thirstI’ve got a little secret for youIt’s in a magazineYou’ve got an image to keep safeBitten nails stay clean, yeahNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a hit list, gag a witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipJust talk the loudest with a clenched fistFlash your winning smileLet your eyes work the roomThese people are here for youYou’re the bride, you’re the groomI’ve got a little secret for youIt’s in a magazineYou’ve got an image to keep safeBitten nails stay clean, yeahNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a hit list, gag a witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipJust talk the loudest with a clenched fistYeah, you talk the loudestNow talk the loudest with a clenched fistTop of a hit list, blindfold the witnessIt takes a fat lip to run a tight shipNow talk the loudest you’re making them singyou’re making them singIt don’t mean a thing, it don’t mean a thingYou’re making them sing, you’re making them singIt don’t mean a thing, it don’t mean a thingYou’re making them sing, you’re making them singIt don’t mean a thing, it don’t mean adon’t mean a, don’t mean a thingIt don’t mean a thing