Lyrics

People stare, they're acting funny
How did I get here? Used to be so sunny
But it's no more, now it's just cold
Then there's the humor, whispers of rumor

My pots don't boil at your house
A lot of toil is in your mouth
You know nothing about what you relate
Shut it for heaven's sake
My pots don't boil at your house
A lot of toil is in your mouth
Better watch the coil cause a snake's out in quest
Just mind...just mind...just mind your business

So it makes you feel like you're in the hour
Yes you cinched the deal, you really got the power
To have people hanging on means you gotta embellish
If you hope to keep them up-to-date
With stories to replicate

MYB...mind your business
Don't go starting this old mess
MYB...mind your business
I'm in the east, you're in the west
MYB...mind your business
Trouble goes both ways more or less

copyright Gemma Mattis Wilson