Letra de Well, People Will Talk

'With Dylan it's poems, I don't like his prose'
You don't know what you're talking about
To show your indifference
You did your top button
And Patrick said, 'stop fucking around'
And oh, it's all too real

I drove myself half to death
Wondering about who you woke up with
Not much fun is it?

Takes a lot to resist, not to admit
What I'm feeling jealous about
Cause all your friends are too good looking
You joke around but oh, it's all too real

I drove myself half to death
Wondering about who you woke up with
I drove myself half to death
Wondering about who you woke up with
Not much fun is it?

Everybody knows but me...