Stevie Wonder - Skeletons



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Skeletons in your closet
  Itchin' to come outside
  Messin' with your conscience
  In a way your face can't hide
  
  Oh things are gettin' real funky
  Down at the old corral
  And it's not the skunks that are stinkin'
  It's the stinkin' lies you tell
  
  What did your mama tell you about lies
  She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
  What did your daddy tell you about lies
  He said one white one turns into a black one
  
  So, it's gettin' ready to blow
  It's gettin' ready to show
  Somebody shot off at the mouth and
  We're gettin' ready to know
  
  It's gettin' ready to drop
  It's gettin' ready to shock
  Somebody done turned up the heater
  An'a it's gettin' ready to pop
  
  Crevices in your pantry
  Now what do we have in here
  Havin' a daytime nightmare
  Has always been your biggest fear
  
  Oh things are gettin' real crucial
  Up the old wazoo
  Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
  When the culprit's y-o-u
  
  What did your mama tell you about lies
  She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
  What did your daddy tell you about lies
  He said one white one turns into a black one
  
  So, it's gettin' ready to blow
  It's gettin' ready to show
  Somebody shot off at the mouth and
  We're gettin' ready to know
  
  It's gettin' ready to drop
  It's gettin' ready to shock
  Somebody done turned up the heater
  An'a it's gettin' ready to pop
  
  It's gettin' ready to seep
  You're gettin' ready to freak
  Somebody done picked up the talk box
  We're gettin' ready to speak
  
  It's gettin' ready to jive
  You're gettin' ready to gel
  Somebody done gone let the lid off
  We're gettin' ready to smell
  
  They're gettin' ready to deal
  You're gettin' ready to ill
  Somebody done just dropped the big dime
  And they're gettin' ready to squeal
  
  It's gettin' ready to turn
  We're gettin' ready to learn
  Somebody done fired up the brimstone
  And you're gettin' ready to burn
  
  It's gettin' ready to shake
  You're gettin' ready to ache
  Somebody done snitched to the news crew
  And it's gettin' ready to break
  
  You're gettin' ready to lie
  They're gettin' ready to spy
  Somebody's been put on the hot seat
  And you're gettin' ready to fry
  
  




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