Scandal

It’s building slowly as a cloud oozing down onto the street
Everyone wants a taste of it
Shivering with the joy of being able to judge them
And take a sweet delight in the crime
How could he, how could she
What kind of animals do they have to be
Scandal, scandal, how could they do this to me
What a scandal, may they rot in hell
Right away and without the shadow of a doubt they seem
To know the truth about
Whatever it was and that if only they were asked
One would have found out
How could he, how could she
What kind of animals do they have to be
Scandal, scandal, how could they do this to me
What a scandal, may they rot in hell
Funny no, how nobody wants to know, nobody seems
Seems to care in the least
Not a bit, funny though how everyone knows every
Knows every little bit of it
How could he, how could she
What kind of animals do they have to be
Scandal, scandal, how could they do this to me
What a scandal, may they rot in hell