Vincent & Mr. Green - Hot Gossip Lyrics

Here you come creeping
watching my every move
voyeur, destroyer
of my good mood
Hot gossip
Fool talk, that ain’t cool
voyeur, destroyer
of my good mood

You got me mixed up
and so confused
I got nothing / I got nothing to prove

There’s nothing that I can’t do
Keep you from twisting the truth
Idle minds, the devil’s muse
Shame, shame on you

I must be crazy
I must be insane
to let you in and
rain on my parade
I got your number
I don’t like this game
Too much to lose and I don’t want to play

You got me mixed up
and so confused
I got nothing / I got nothing to prove